Evelyn blinked at him. "What do you mean?"
"Didn't you ask? I'm more than glad to satisfy your curiosity," Zayne hummed as he began to pop off every button of his nightshirt.
Evelyn dropped her arms akimbo. She watched him, following every movement he was making, all the way down to his pants.
Her throat bobbed in a swallow, but she didn't move an inch, still watching.
Zayne popped open the button and grabbed the zipper. But he hadn't even unzipped it when all of a sudden, she slipped her eyes shut.
"What are you doing?" he asked, humored. "Didn't you want to see? Where'd all that toughness gone?"
She shrugged. "Don't rush me. I'm just not ready."
He broke out into laughter, beyond amused.
"What's so funny?"
"Step out. You're wasting my time," he said to her, turning to have his back on her.
"Maybe if you explain what's ticking you this morning, I'd stop wasting your—"
