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and pair of socks on the table.
    “Perfect,” she said. “Where’s your bathroom?”
    “Through there.” He gestured and she rose, took the clothes, and laid one gentle hand on his arm as she passed by. Connor watched her go, feeling his heart stirring at her touch. He almost envied the bathroom walls for the view they’d get. To clear his mind, he cleared the table.
    In the bathroom, Sophia noted the alarm sensor on the window while she closed the yellow curtains. Then she stripped off her socks, pants, shirt, and bra to stand nude; she hadn’t been wearing panties. Her nipples puckered from the air conditioning blowing down on her, contrasting with the heat between her legs. Connor was having more effect on her than she’d realized, and all without touching her. Well, except for those two gentle probes he’d done when exchanging keys. The memory of the feel of Connor’s fingers on her palm gave her a rush, but the scratch on her arm from Seth was a harsh reminder of the reason she was here. Funny how two guys could be so different from each other.
    She put her clothes in the sink’s warm water. Then she put Connor’s dark blue sweatpants on, noting how they snugly fit her ass. Not until pulling the white T-shirt over her head did she catch the scent of it. She pulled it to her nose, breathing in. Much of the smell was laundry detergent, but something deeper and more masculine filled her nostrils. Maybe she’d be wearing Connor’s clothes until he took them from her. After slipping on the socks, she pulled her hair into a quick ponytail, using a narrow scrunchy she’d had around her wrist.
    She tried to clean up her face, regretting the scant makeup she wore because she wanted to make a better impression on Connor. That’s when she noticed, in the mirror, her nipples poking at the shirt. She flushed at the idea of him seeing her in this, but then pursed her lips. Connor had a good reputation in high school and much of what she’d heard about him being a great guy seemed true, though he was far flirtier than she would’ve thought, in a way she liked. Feeling confident that everything would be fine with him, she tucked the shirt into the pants, making her generous globes strain at the fabric more than she really wanted, but at least her nipples weren’t hard enough to show that way. The sight made her hesitate, bite her lip, and then walk out before she could change her mind. When she quietly padded into the kitchen, Connor turned and promptly dropped the silverware in one hand, mouth popping open and eyes bulging.
    “How do I look?” Sophia asked, flustered by his reaction and her dirty thoughts about him.
    Connor swallowed hard and muttered something that sounded like, “Holy hell.” He struggled to control his eyes and bent for the dropped silverware. Earnestly, he replied aloud, “You look great.”
    She suddenly worried they might embrace right then and there if she didn’t do something to avert it. “Um, I’ve had kind of a long day, so maybe I should just go up to my room now.”
    He nodded, seeming both disappointed and relieved. “Let me show you to it.”
    Connor put the silverware on the counter and followed her toward the stairs, which she climbed first. Her firm ass swayed inches from his face all the way up. He cleared his throat and untucked his shirt so it would cover his growing bulge. One hand went to the oak railing to steady himself.
    “Straight ahead,” he advised as she reached the top, where a carpet runner lay atop the wooden floor. “In the rear.” She giggled at the statement, hearing innuendo, which he only now noticed himself, chuckling. When they reached the hall’s end, he said, “This room on the right is yours. I’m just across the hall.”
    “Sounds good,” she said, going in. She turned and gazed up at him, wanting to kiss him on the cheek but knowing it might lead to things that could wait.
    “If you need anything…”
    “I know where to find you,