Regan
While I’m waiting for Thalia to finish up in the bathroom, I pick up a book from her desk and walk over to her bed while whistling to myself. I’m still not wearing any clothes, so I cover up my lower half with her blanket, which proves to be a good idea when there is a knock on the door.
I arch an eyebrow and sniff the air. It smells like Carly—Thalia’s mom and my once bitter enemy. She doesn’t seem angry with me right now, though, and I’m guessing Thalia must have talked about me.
“Coming!”
Thalia rushes out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around her head and another serving as her dress. I fix my gaze on her, already hardening because my girl has gotten curvier during our time apart.
Fucking shit...why can’t she just break things off with Derek over text messages???
