[And, you can look to your heart's content.]
Could I, Lily, really be the kind of girl who lets her desires run wild?
Yes, I am.
Before my brain could catch up, my body had already made its choice. When I found myself standing at Andrew's door, reality hit me like a ton of bricks.
He had called me over in the dead of night, half-naked, with the curtains wide open.
What is he thinking?
I stood there, a whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind. Is he some kind of twisted exhibitionist? Has he summoned me here to satisfy his strange cravings?
A cold sweat trickled down my back, and my feet instinctively began to retreat.
Just then, the heavy door swung open.
Andrew stood there, bare-chested, his muscles defined.
Without his glasses, he looked different—more alluring, radiating the fresh scent of a shower, completely shedding the facade of the charming professor I had seen earlier.
He seemed taken aback for a moment, but then his surprise melted into a smile. "So, you actually came to check it out?"
I barely registered his words. My gaze was glued to his abs.
Oh my God, forgive me.