Chapter 182: What He Wants
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Adrien’s smirk grew wider, slow and oh-so-cocky, as he tossed the towel onto a nearby chair and ambled a few steps closer. The soft glow from his bedside lamp lit up his defined chest in a way that made it hard to focus.
"Couldn’t stay away, huh?" he teased, his voice low and rough with amusement. "You even climbed into my bed. Bold move, Noah. I’m flattered."
I whipped my head away so quickly that my damp hair slapped against my forehead. I was trying to hide the blush that was definitely turning me as red as a ripe tomato.
God, at this point I hated my face just for that trait alone.
"Oh my God, get your head out of your ass!" I snapped, waving a hand in his general direction without actually looking at him. "And for fuck’s sake , throw on a shirt."
He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that did nothing to help me keep my composure and showed no intention of following my request. Instead, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants, looking perfectly at ease being half-naked.
"My room, my rules," he shot back, completely unrepentant. "I could stroll around here completely naked if I wanted. Nothing you haven’t seen in them magazines, right pervert?"
I scoffed, partly to distract myself from how fast my heart was racing.
"You’re disgusting," I muttered, pushing off the bed and crossing my arms tightly. I was determined to ignore the ridiculous display of abs that seemed like they were flexing just to tease me. I took a step toward him, lifting my chin in what I hoped looked like authority. "I didn’t come here to drool over you, okay? I came because I’ve been thinking...really thinking and I have come to the conclusion that we need some ground rules."