Chapter 17

Sweet Lord. Devin is standing in my bedroom in his boxers, looking hella fine. Stop staring, Mira!

“I’m not about to sleep in the clothes I’ll be forced into wearing again tomorrow, Tinks. It’s going to be hard enough trying to sleep comfortably in this dress shirt.” He informs me, and I do my best to not gawk at his almost naked body and focus on staring over his shoulder. I need to appear as though I’m unfazed by how mouth-wateringly gorgeous he looks right now—

actually, always—but now he’s almost naked, and I can already feel my cheeks filling with blood. It’s been an exceptionally long time since any man has had this effect on me. Since I’ve felt this sexually enticed by anyone. I’m talking dry mouth, vaginal heartbeat kind of turned on, and I have to share a bed with this Adonis all night. I wonder if he still thinks about our night together.

Fucking hell, Mira, keep it together. Of course, he bloody doesn’t. He left you, remember? He left you behind without a word after he had