Inside the sanctuary of his bedroom, Jeremy finally released Everly from his arms. His hands hovered carefully away from any exposed skin—the last thing he needed was accidentally triggering her gossip system and having her entire internal monologue aired for the next half hour.
Throughout the entire journey upstairs, this shameless woman had been ogling the beauty mark near his lips like it was a Michelin-starred dessert, her wandering hands mapping his chest and abs with the thoroughness of a cartographer charting new territory.
He'd spent the entire trip silently reciting multiplication tables to maintain his composure.
The moment Everly's feet touched the floor with a soft thud, Jeremy practically flung himself backward like she was radioactive.
Now safely released, Everly's attention immediately shifted to his room. Her head swivel like an owl's as she surveyed his domain.
