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The grin that spreads across his face has me narrowing my eyes at him.
“I can see why you have the hots for him. Did you see his arse?”
I gape at him before reaching over my bed and grabbing one of my small pillows. I throw it across the room. “Get out!”
He winks, not moving from the doorway. “Come on, did you at least look?”
“Mark!” I warn, feeling my cheeks heat.
“He was totally checking you out. And by the way, you’re showing nipple,” he whisper-yells.
I scream, grabbing another pillow, at the same time trying to keep the towel around me. “Get out!”
He laughs, shutting the door before the pillow can hit him. “I’m dishing out dinner. Does anyone want some tasty buns with it?” he yells through the door.
“Buns? We don’t have any buns,” Levi yells back.
“We do,” Mark calls back, laughter in his voice.
“With a Sunday dinner, though? It’s random.”
I don’t hear Mark’s reply since he’s moved away from the door. Probably filling Levi in on what happened.
I take my time getting dressed, not ready to leave the confines of my room. I don’t know how I’m going to face Banner after he just saw me naked. Or the fact that I now know he was gawking at my peeping nipples.
I fall face first onto the bed, screaming into the blanket.
I just had to go and make an arse of myself.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When I wake up the next morning, it’s to find Banner staring at me. I jump, shocked at seeing his face so close, even if it is a pretty sight to wake up to.
“Why are you staring at me, you creeper?”
When I notice the serious expression on his face, I bite my bottom lip worriedly. “We need to talk.”
“Can it wait until after coffee?” I ask hopefully.
He shoots down my request. “Nope.”
“Okay.”
We stay lying down, facing each other, my hand tucked under my cheek.
“About yesterday—”
Feeling my face redden, I hold my hand up and cut him off. “Please, we don’t need to talk about it. It was an accident. You didn’t know I was in the room.”
He sighs, his gaze flicking to my lips briefly. “You couldn’t look at me all night.”
“You saw me naked,” I grumble, unable to meet his gaze for a moment.
He grins, flashing his teeth. “I did.” I smack his arm, causing him to laugh. “Would it help you if you saw me naked?”
My face is probably redder than a tomato. I throw the blanket off me, feeling too hot. “No. It really wouldn’t.”
He sits up as I get out of bed and grab his hoody to fight off the chill. I don’t turn around when I brush my hair, knowing if I do, I’ll turn even redder.