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And freeze.

“What the hell?” The words tumble out before I can stop them.

Eli’s sitting on my bed, legs spread like he owns the place. He’s licking crumbs off his fingers, the smirk on his face pure sin.

“Hey there, princess.” His gray eyes roam over me, starting at my bare legs and lingering on the towel wrapped tight around my chest.

“Get out!” I snap, clutching the towel tighter. “What are you doing in here?”

“Your dad went to grab the pizza,” he says, shrugging. “I told him I needed the bathroom.”

“There’s a bathroom downstairs,” I hiss, stepping back toward the door.

His smirk deepens. “I know.”

Before I can process that, he stands and strolls toward my bathroom like he owns it. My bathroom. He pauses in the doorway, turning back to wink at me.

“Don’t wait up.”

“Are you—” The sound of his zipper cuts me off. My face heats, and I spin around, rushing to my closet. “Unbelievable,” I mutter under my breath, yanking open the door.

I grab a pair of underwear and a T-shirt, throwing them on as fast as I can. My hands shake as I pull on a pair of shorts, and I’m halfway through tying the drawstring when I hear his voice behind me.

“Oh, man,” Eli drawls. “I can’t believe I missed the show.”

I whip around to glare at him. “Get out.”

He leans against the doorframe, his hair damp, his smirk smug. “But I just got here, baby.”

“Don’t call me that,” I snap, my voice low.

“What should I call you, then?” He steps closer, his movements slow, deliberate.

I hold my ground, glaring up at him. “I’ll scream.”

He laughs, the sound low and rough, a vibration that spreads through me in a way I don’t want to think about.

“Go ahead,” he says, his voice dripping with challenge.

Before I can open my mouth, his hand brushes my thigh. His skin is damp, probably from when he washed them, and I freeze. My breath catches as his fingers trail higher, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Wet,” he murmurs, his eyes locking on mine.

My voice shakes. “Yeah, because I just—”

“Showered?” he cuts me off, his tone dark, knowing. I am quiet as he pushes my shorts down leaving me in my lacy pair.

His hand cups me through my panties, and I gasp, stumbling back against the closet door.

“Eli.”

“Pretty,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing my clit over the lace. “Pink again.”

“Eli,” I gasp, but my voice sounds wrecked from the pleasure buzzing through me.

A knock on my bedroom door snaps me out of the haze.

“Sienna? Pizza’s here!” Dad’s voice booms through the wood, and my heart sinks.