Page 9 of Dare You to Love Me

Exactly.

It’s only when I step back inside the room and catch sight of Riggs wearing nothing more than form-fitting, black boxer briefs that the tangle of my emotions crashes over me like a tidal wave, and I realize I’m in big trouble.

There’s absolutely no way I’m going to forget about that lip lock or the sun-kissed flesh now on display.

Holy crap.

When the hell did Riggs get so muscly?

From where I’m standing, even his muscles have muscles.

Does this guy spend every waking minute in the gym?

As much as I should avert my eyes, I can’t stop the way my hungry gaze licks over every delectable inch.

Neither of us moves or says a word. It’s only when his gaze dips to my chest that I realize my nips are standing at attention. It’s like a bolt of electricity sliding through me, sparking every cell to life. That’s all the impetus I need to get my ass in gear and dive headfirst onto the bed before scampering beneath the covers. When I’ve drawn them up to my chin, I chance another peek at him.

God, I’m acting like such a ninny.

My heartbeat hitches when Riggs walks around to my side of the bed and stops to stare down at me. It would be impossible not to notice that I’m eye level with his package.

And it’s…bigger than I imagined.

Not that I’ve, you know, thought about his package.

Much.

Argh.

This is bad.

“Do you need anything before I turn out the light?”

I shake my head. I’m much too afraid to open my mouth. I’m terrified that my voice will be nothing more than an unintelligible squeak that will give me away.

Look away from his dick, you little perv.

This is your bestie.

But I can’t. It’s like a horrific traffic accident.

My core contracts as another burst of heat floods my panties.

It’s tempting to reach out and run my fingers over him. I tighten them until the rounded nails bite into my palms so I don’t do exactly that.

Can you even imagine what would happen if I touched him?

I’d never be able to look my bestie in the eyes again.

A strange concoction of relief and disappointment spirals through me when he swings away. My gaze stays glued to his ass.

Hot damn, he has a nice backside.

A handful of seconds later the light is clicked off, plunging the room into blessed darkness, and he’s sliding beneath the sheets. I close my eyes and will myself to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep. With any luck, I’ll feel more like myself in the morning, and I can put all this nonsense behind me.

Behind us.

We can get back to normal.