Chapter 219

He always knew Leslie was good-looking. But right now? She didn't just look good-she looked downright dangerous. That pajama set wasn't even the revealing kind, but something about that silky fabric still made it feel... suggestive. And pink? She hardly ever wore pink. But this shade made her look especially soft and tempting. Her hair was still damp, clinging to her shoulder and the front of her pajamas, soaking through in patches. Broderick looked away, pretending like he didn't see anything. Leslie tilted her head, voice filled with that playful naivety of hers. "Ricky, your turn. I'm done." As she spoke, she wrapped her towel around her damp hair with ease. The whole vibe between them felt weirdly domestic... almost like they were a real couple. But that quick glance just now? Yeah-it left Broderick a bit parched. "Okay," he answered and got up to grab his clothes from the walk-in. Leslie flopped down on the couch, scrolling through her phone like she had all the time in the world.