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toy. His eyes slant as he inspects me.
    I can feel the corners of my mouth fall into a line as a harsh scowl makes precedence on my face. “I’m Adaley Knight for starters, and yes, I’m Zoe’s roommate. Care to explain who you are?” He pulls back like he was just slapped, and then bursts into laughter. What the hell is it with people laughing at me lately?
    “I’m Taylor Young,” he says matter-of-factly, lips pursed like he’s God’s gift to women or something. “ Young as in Zoe’s brother. My friends call me Tank,” he then adds.
    My eyes dart to Zoe’s, but she still isn’t paying any attention. No wonder, he’s family. “I didn’t realize—,” Taylor— or Tank as he prefers— cuts me off midsentence.
    “You didn’t realize she had a brother as sexy as me? No worries. There are zero hard feelings between us, only clothes.” He inches forward and busts my personal bubble. “But I’m down to rectify that if you are.” Wiggling his brows, he makes a disturbing grunt that bubbles up from the depths of his horny soul.
    “Clothes? Oh, my gosh.” I tap a palm on my forehead, gently brushing away my forgetfulness. “I grew up in a nudist colony, but my parents forced me to wear appropriate attire for the trip.” My voice raises an octave. “Now that I’m settled in, I don’t see any reason to wear anything at all.” The words rush out without me taking a breath. I sit up and grab the rim of my top. Slowly inching it up, I slide it over my stomach, to expose my navel and an abundance of tanned flesh.
    The room fills with a singular gasp.
    Mission accomplished. I roll my eyes and let my top fall into place.
    “Ha ha.” Taylor snorts. “You’re my type of girl! Spitfire. Me likey.” He walks over, plops down and drapes his arm over my shoulder. “So was that a gimmick, or are we really about to get naked?”
    I turn my head toward his pierced ear and try to sound seductive as I whisper, “You wish.”
    “That I do, baby. That I do. But hey, if we’re not about to have any sexy-time, Ryle and I are gonna bounce. I left my keys on the floor.” He winks and walks toward the door, dangling the key on his pointer finger. Resting his hand on the handle, he turns around in a swift motion. “Do you need a ride tonight Z?” he asks his sister. I assume he’s talking about attending the same party she mentioned a few minutes ago.
    I’m in a daze as I try to take in all of this information and remember everyone’s names. Tilting my head up, I make eye contact with the other male in the room. It’s then that I really notice the guy that he called Ryle. In the seconds it takes Taylor to wrap up his convo with Zoe, I rake Ryle over head to toe, with appreciative eyes. He’s tall, but not awkward and gangly. He seems built— not like a jock on steroids—but like a guy who occasionally picks up a set of weights. And by occasionally, I mean like every other day. He looks good. And although his body isn’t painted with art like your typical bad boy, there is a certain sex appeal that oozes off him like hot lava. I wouldn’t mind getting burned— maybe even torched—by his touch.
    Something primal rises from inside of me and escapes my pursed lips as I let myself soak in the beauty that is Ryle. Did I just make a noise? My cheeks flush with the realization that I literally just freaking growled like some wild animal. I pray that no one heard me. Maybe it sounded like wimpy little ruff. I sure as hell hope so.
    Ryle’s jaw line is tight as he stares blankly back at me. That’s when I realize that he hasn’t said a single word since he and Taylor barged in.
    “What’s with him? Is he mute?” I laugh at my cleverness, knowing that Zoe used almost the same line on me. I wait for someone to answer, but no one pipes up. Silence lingers in the room, and by the shocked expressions on their faces, I understand I’ve made some sort of mistake. Hey, it’s barely my fault. I was just trying to