I turned away from him, suddenly too warm, even though the room wasn't hot.
"I'm gonna take a shower," I mumbled, tugging my shirt over my head, the fabric brushed my skin in a way that made me feel weirdly exposed.
I could feel Dominic's gaze on me.
"You always undress this casually in front of guys who flirt with you?" he teased.
"You said you were too tired to move."
"I am," he said. "But I'm not blind."
I looked back at him. He hadn't moved from my bed, but his eyes hadn't left me either. They weren't filled with their usual smugness, though. They were dangerous.
"You're impossible," I muttered, reaching for the towel hanging by the door.
"You're cute when you're pretending I don't affect you," he replied, sitting up a little now.
My hand paused on the towel.
"You know I like you, right?"
I looked at him.
And everything stopped.
"You what?"
He shrugged, but I saw the way his fingers fidgeted with the edge of my bedsheet.
