"Go open the door," Ross said lazily as he made his way to the bed, shedding the rest of his clothes without a hint of concern.
The soft glow from the bedside lamp cast shadows over his sculpted body, highlighting every ridge of muscle as he stretched out, completely unbothered by the sudden interruption.
Amy, still catching her breath from their interrupted moment, raised an eyebrow at him.
"Oh? Don't you need to hide or something?" she asked, folding her arms. If someone saw Ross naked in her room, it would be beyond scandalous.
Ross smirked, utterly unfazed.
"No need. I have a feeling that whoever's on the other side of that door wants me fully naked too."
Amy blinked at his confidence, then let out a soft chuckle.
"That's interesting."
She wasn't ignorant of Ross's plans.
He had made it clear that he intended to take every woman in her family, and given how easily she had succumbed to him, she couldn't exactly blame them.
