Chap. 12: YOU ARE NOT MY TYPE

12.

**Easton's POV**

She looked at me, surprised etched in her features because of what I said. I could see her cheeks turning red, and I wasn't ready to let her go without teasing her about it.

“Oh my! I'm seeing someone turning red already.” I folded my arms and she covered her face.

“Shut up!” She screamed, ran to the bed and took her nightgown before rushing into the bathroom again. I shook my head with a chuckle and made my way to the couch where I sat and took my laptop.

She stepped out of the bathroom with her nightgown on and I couldn't help but stare at her again. I knew models were hot but not this hot. And what was that effect she was having on me?

“Stop staring like a pervert!” She snapped at me and I scoffed.

“I wasn't staring at you. You have nothing for someone to stare at.” I huffed.

“Oh really?” She hummed and walked to stand in front of me, forgetting she was putting on a nightgown that was a little but transparent. I didn't want to look at her anymore because I have