I took another sip of wine. The warmth spread through my chest, and the vibe in the room softened. Kayla tucked her hair behind her ear and shifted on the couch. Mendy kept swirling her wine, smiling like the evening finally felt right. And Penelope… she sat back with one leg crossed over the other.
Her tight shirt stretched over her chest, and naturally, my eyes drifted down.
Like, gravitated.
She had the kind of chest that made focusing feel like a challenge. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was just me being an idiot, but my eyes kept sliding back there even when I tried to keep them up.
And then she looked at me.
She didn't say anything. Just raised one brow, slowly, like she had caught a dog stealing food. Then she shook her head and rolled her eyes in this "men are hopeless" way before looking back at the others.
I cleared my throat and looked away, rubbing my jaw like that would somehow erase the moment.
Jesus. Get it together.
