chapter 4

Rachel grinned at me. "Yeah, and now they're used as torture devices for women."

I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and steered her in the direction of the room. "I think women should wear what they want."

Rachel giggled. "I think so too."

As soon as I used the key card to swipe the door open, she kicked her heels off and left them by the door. Wordlessly, Rachel wandered over to the couch and collapsed against it.

"Your couch is really comfortable."

"I think so too."

I smiled and kicked the door shut with the back of my leg. When I handed her a glass of water, she drank it all before stretching out across the couch and squeezing her eyes shut.

"I'm just going to close my eyes for a bit."

I left her on the couch and went into my room.

When I came out of the shower, a thin mist following behind me, Rachel was on my bed, legs tucked underneath her. She cocked a finger in my direction, beckoning me forward. My heartthundered against my chest as I covered the distance between us and ki