On My Forehead

The second I step out of my room, Ryker’s eyes are on me. His gaze sweeps over my body, slow and heated.

My skin prickles, and I wrap my arms around my waist.

I know he likes what he sees, but the weight of the makeup on my face and the tightness of my dress have me wondering if I’ve maybe done a bit too much.

He’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, with his phone in one hand