"So how are we going to do this?" I ask, standing beside Spencer's imposing bed but making no moves to get myself under the ruffled covers.
"Like last time." Spencer's eyes rake me up and down, but not because he's checking me out. It's definitely more him making sure I'm not suffering from shock or an alien abduction.
Whatever the reason, his leering gaze forces my arms over my chest. My lips pinch together, and I look sheepishly at the top of the bed. I'm wearing on one of his long T-shirts—NAVY written in big, bold font across the front—underwear, and a pair of shorts. It's way more clothing than he's sporting with his black boxers covered in small four-leaf clovers.
As if the universe needed to give me more signs of him getting lucky tonight.
"We haven't done this before." I'm not
