Chapter 58

Kelsea

"Is he asleep?" I ask Nick later on that night.

The two of us are getting ready for bed, and I have to smile at the picture of domesticity we make. Who would have thought a month ago, I'd be sitting on his bed putting moisturizer on my face while he came out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, a kid asleep in the bedroom a little down the hallway from ours.

"Out like a light. He didn't even move when I went in to turn his light off." Nick uses another towel to dry off his hair.

I take that moment to look at him. His skin holds a slight tan all year round, and it's obvious he's worked hard on his body. It's cut in places I didn't even know it could be cut, the vee leading down behind the towel is enticing enough it makes me want to follow the path with my tongue.

He's got his signature scruffy – not quite a beard, but not clean-shaven face. His biceps and forearms ripple as he vigorously works the towel through his dark locks.

When he stops, he drops b