Jesus.
It lights up the whole damn room.
And I can’t stop looking at her.
She’s sitting beside Adrianna now, smaller somehow in this setting, like she’s trying to blend into the background—but she doesn’t.
How can she with that riot of curls atop her head and the little dress hinting at the plentiful curves I know are hidden beneath it?
Hell.
Half the street knows about her curves since she was hanging out that trunk waving her gorgeous ass in the air like a freaking spotlight.
So, sitting there pretending to be demure? Nah. That ain’t gonna fly.
Not by a long shot.
Truth is, Sunshine is softer than what I usually go for.
She’s thicker.
Her cheeks are plump,, and she’s got dimples I’m dying to dip my tongue in.
Fuck. I don’t wanna be the guy sitting at a baby shower with a boner, but here I am.
And all I’m thinking is maybe I’ve had it wrong all this time, because every part of me is locked in on every inch of her—and it’s like she’s the only thing that matters in this house full of people.
Those hazel eyes.
That short, wild, untamed hair.
Her shapely legs peeking from beneath her short dress.
But the way she won’t quite look at me now?
Yeah, I don’t like that.
I want her eyes on me.
“David,” Adrianna says, pulling me in with a warm hug.
She’s glowing—happy, settled, completely at ease in a way I don’t think I’ve ever been.
“Did you—oh my God, is this for me?”
She’s already crouching in front of the gift, fingers brushing over the bow, eyes lighting up.
“Wow,” she breathes. “Did you do this?”
I shake my head, a little awkward, suddenly aware I’ve been hauling this thing around like some kind of delivery guy.
“Nah,” I say, jerking my chin toward Hilary. “That’s from linda over here.”
Her head snaps up.
Adrianna’s grin widens.
“Leendah?”