Untamed Desires: Addictive Collection
Easy.
But when I reached the guest room, steam was already curling out from the cracked bathroom door. I hesitated, heart racing, then knocked lightly. “Uh—towel.”
The door opened a beat later, and there he was. Shirtless. Skin damp, drops of water tracking down over the ridges of his chest, rolling lower, into the line of his jeans. His hair was darker wet, pushed back, a few strands clinging to his forehead.
He took the towel, his fingers brushing mine for half a second too long. His stare caught mine, steady. And then—it dropped. Lower.
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