Betrayed By My Ex: I Married His Uncle
I confined my mission to map out his body with water drops that continued trailing down to his broad shoulders, sliding over the hard planes of his chest, catching in the ridges of his abs before disappearing into that dangerously low towel.
The towel. God, that towel. My eyes burned at the sight of the traitor, who interrupted my free show.
The towel hung so low on his hips I could see the sharp cut of his V-line, deep and defined, pointing straight down like an arrow I had no business following. One tiny shift, one careless tug, and I’d get a full view of everything underneath. My mouth went dry. My brain flatlined, I remembered what they felt like from the day we ended up in a compromised