Ryker’s POV:
I can’t sleep.
I haven’t really slept properly in years, so I don’t fight it anymore. I go to the kitchen, leaning against the counter, black shirt pulled tight over my chest, tracksuit pants low on my hips. The house is quiet. I need fresh air.
Not long after that I hear footsteps.
Soft footsteps.
I straighten before I even turn.
And then I see her.
Cassidy.
She isn’t meant to be here.
Oversized black shirt hanging off one shoulder, long blonde hair loose and slightly messy. It falls over her collarbone, down her back in soft waves. Blue eyes still warm.
And those black lace panties.
Bare legs.
Bare thighs.
For a second, I forget to breathe.
My eyes betray me before I can stop them.
They move slowly.
From her face… down the line of that shirt… to the curve
