Vanessa
I felt his presence behind the door, his shadow visible under the gap, and as my heart tripped.
Robyn was down the hall in their bedroom. What the hell was he doing here?
“Derek?” I whispered, yanking the covers over me, my fingers slick, my body still trembling. “What do you want?”
The door creaked slightly, and I realized I'd just banged the door without clicking the lock. He stepped inside, closing it softly behind him. He was shirtless again, wearing only those damn sweatpants, his eyes locked on me with that hungry gaze.
“Robyn’s asleep,” he said, voice hushed but firm, stepping closer. “I could hear you Vanessa, moaning my name.”
I sat up, clutching the blanket to my chest, my face burning.
“You can’t be here,” I hissed, ignoring his comment and glancing at the door. “
