My father huffs, aggravated. You have three seconds to get off my goddamn porch.
I am ogling him like a desperate fool.Like a groupie—yet not a single soul on earth would blame me, or deprive me of this moment.
I will never get it back or forget it.One of his knees bends, hitting the bed, hands braced on the mattress. Leaning forward, his broad, golden shoulders flex attractively. I dont know whether its an invitation to gawk at him some more, but I do, unable to peel my eyes away from his incredible body.Every inch of him is well defined. Flawless.
Every inch carved of warm, firm flesh, smooth all over. Hair tousled from having just whipped off his shirt, it sticks out in ten different directions, waiting for my hands to run through it—so we can both get the chills.Hot skin. Trembling hands.
I fold back the covers of his dark sheets before my legs give out, wobbly, easing onto the right side of the bed, heart rate fast, as if Ive just sprinted a mile.
Rowdy slides in after me, leaving the light on, large body taking up more than half the mattress as he folds both arms behind his head. Turns to study me, wordlessly.Boring, one might suppose.
My cheeks get hot as he stares me down. I feel my chest getting blotchy too, though he couldnt possibly see it.Jesus Christ, she has a dimple in her damn cheek.
Im a sucker for those.She shoots me a tentative smile, ass parked on the stoop, back propped against the wooden siding of the house.