Cranston’s POV
I stare at Bree, bath bubbles clinging to her chin, her big, beautiful green eyes wide as she looks into mine.
Did she really just say what I think she said?
I lean back to sit on my feet.
Bree leans forward eagerly, swiping impatiently at the bubbles on her chin.
My eyes drift automatically to her cleavage pushing up as she clutches the towel close.
“Cranston, we should have s*x. Just casual. Just this one time.”
Momentarily speechless, I drag my eyes up to look at her face, staring at her full, kissable lips that I have thought about so many times these last few months.
I want to reach out and wrap my hand in her auburn hair, to pull her face close to mine.
And she wants it too.
Wait…that can’t be right.
She isn’t a casual hook up person.
You tried that once
