Boom - Sabrina Stark Page 0,75

glass, I saw way more than I'd ever anticipated. His body wasn't sudsy, but it was definitely wet.

My gaze drifted to his pelvis, and my breath caught. The cold temperature hadn't impacted him at all, if you know what I mean.

At the sight of his glorious form, I felt heat rise to my face and then, even worse, drift downward to settle somewhere in the middle – and I didn't mean my stomach.

As far as his question, I knew exactly what I wanted, and it was the dumbest thing in the world.

I wanted him.

But I wasn't dumb. Or at least, I tried not to be.

Shaking off the distraction, I boldly announced, "I came for revenge, that's what."

At this, he laughed. It wasn't a big laugh, but it was annoying.

Damn it. I was supposed to be throwing him off his game, not the other way around.

I demanded, "And how'd you know it was me?"

"Aside from seeing you through the glass?"

Not too long ago, I'd been in Brody's position – naked in the shower after someone had barged in. During that whole embarrassing fiasco, I hadn't recognized him at all. Then again, my shower had been a lot steamier, and Brody hadn't been on my radar in the least.

And that wasn't the only difference between the two scenarios. From what I could gather, Brody hadn't panicked one single bit, even as I'd been kicking like a madwoman at the door.

This could only mean one thing. "Wait a minute. You knew it was me before I busted in."

Sounding annoyingly amused, he asked, "What makes you say that?"

"Because you stayed in the shower."

"No kidding," he said. "I wasn't done."

Well, goodie for him.

"So, tell me," I persisted. "How'd you know it was me?"

"Easy," he said. "You're the only one crazy enough to do that."

I felt my jaw clench. So I was crazy? Not him?

Talk about nerve.

"Hey!" I said. "You did it to me first."

"So?"

"So maybe you deserved a taste of your own medicine."

"Yeah? How's that workin' out?"

For me? Actually, the whole thing was horribly unsatisfying. I hadn't gotten the reaction I'd wanted, and I was hugely – pun intended – distracted by his naked silhouette.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say that his body was happy to see me – and not just a little.

Again, pun intended.

Even worse, his body wasn't the only happy thing in the room. Logically and emotionally, I felt like throttling him. But my own body? Well, let's say it had other ideas.

The traitorous hussy.

Obviously, both of our bodies were idiots – unless he always walked around with a massive erection. And I do mean massive.

And yet, here he was, carrying on a normal conversation like nothing was out of the ordinary.

As for myself, I felt beyond foolish. I might've skulked away then and there if only I hadn't recalled just in time what had driven me here in the first place. It was that conversation back at the crew house. He'd been completely awful.

If that jerk thought I was letting him off the hook, he was even crazier than I was.

I told him, "You know you were a jerk, right?"

He was silent for a long moment before saying, "No."

I bristled. "Oh yeah? Well—"

"I wasn't a jerk. I was an asshole." He paused. "And I'm sorry."

"Oh." And now I didn't know what to say. "Seriously?"

"Hell yeah."

"Oh." Yes, I was repeating myself, but none of this was going remotely how I'd planned. The whole thing was like opposite day.

Judging from the steam – or lack thereof – his shower wasn't hot. It was cold.

He wasn't embarrassed. But I was.

And of course, he didn't seem the least bit afraid. But me? I was stupidly terrified.

And why? It was because now that I was here, I didn't want to leave. I wanted to move closer – a lot closer.

How messed up was that?

I asked, "What happened? Did you run out of hot water?"

"No."

I tried to think. "So…you always take cold showers?"

"I do, now," he said.

"Since when?"

"Maybe a week ago."

"Why?"

"Because my roommate's crazy."

I stiffened. I wasn't even sure who he meant. Yes, I realized that he probably meant me. But Waverly was twice as crazy as I was. And she was also his roommate, right?

I told him, "I hope you mean Waverly."

"Sorry, guess again."

Great. So he did mean me? I should've known. "Gee, thanks," I said. "And what does that have to do with showering, anyway?"

"I'll tell you what," he said. "Crazy or not, I can't stop thinking about her."

At this, I swallowed so