the way to the highest temperature, needing to burn off some of my thoughts. Letting the water shower over me, I take a step back, needing to fall against the wall and let my mind melt into the drain, but as my back falls into the wall, I realize my back didn’t fall into a wall. My shrieks probably go unheard over the cascading water but I whip around, facing the very pure fact that I’m not alone in this shower, and I punch Jags right in the gut, instinctively of course. I cover my hands over as much of my lady parts as I can, all while he leans up against the wall I wanted to fall against.
“Have you ever considered knocking on a bathroom door when three adults are sharing one common bathroom in a house. What if I had been Cali?” His eyes roll and his gaze locks onto the ceiling. “On second thought, damn, don’t answer that.”
I’d punch him again, but my instincts are keeping my hands locked into shielding place over my body parts. I should have jumped out of the shower by now. I should apologize for not knocking and for dropping my naked body into his. He just saw me naked. Can I cry now? “I—I ah…”
“I’ve seen a woman naked before, doll-face. Nothing to be ashamed of.” The focus from his eyes slowly drips from the top of my head down to my toes. “Yep. Absolutely nothing to be ashamed about.” His words make the hair follicles on my arms hurt.
I almost find it funny that I’m doing my best to cover myself up, and his arms are folded behind his head, showcasing everything he has. I’m trying to keep my focus on his face since I know I shouldn’t be looking anywhere else—not like he is. The ink covering his chest is intricate enough that I can almost make out the images without directly looking at them, and it makes me wonder if he likes art, and if that’s the reason for displaying it across his body. Why am I still standing here thinking about his darn tattoos? “I should go,” I say, still not making much effort to move.
“You have more restraint than anyone I’ve ever met,” he tells me.
“What do you mean?” I ask him.
One hand releases from the back of his head, and he slowly lowers it out of my focal radius, down to where I’m avoiding to look. His eyes close and I don’t know what he’s doing. I take that back. I have a great idea of what he’s doing. He must be thinking we’re going for the second act after last night. Part of me does want to take a quick look before I step out of the shower but that would be giving him the wrong idea. Though his eyes are closed, and he wouldn’t know. Quickly, my gaze drops down to—Oh. My. Goodness. He wasn’t exaggerating, and it looks bigger than it felt in my hand. How does one man have all of that? That’s just not natural. Not that I have much to compare it to, considering how small Landon was.
“I knew you couldn’t resist looking,” he says.
I hadn’t realized my eyes had been stuck on that for so long, but now he knows I was looking, and that just gave him another playing piece to add to his side.
That was the last piece of motivation I needed, to leave. I step out and reach for the towel I hung up on the rack. As I grab it, my foot catches on the little bump out of the shower, and I fall to the floor. My butt is in the air, my ladies are pressed against the cold tile, and my knees instantly ache. How could I have been so stupid not to look where I was going. I’m lying on the bathroom floor butt naked, exposed, and now in a bit of pain too. Why? I really want to cry.
“Oh shit,” he snaps. “Are you okay, Sasha?” Jags jumps out of the shower, careful not to miss the little bump I just tripped on. He’s hovering over me and oh…oh no, I think his man-part is touching the top of my back. “Sasha.” His hands wrap around my elbows and he begins to peel me from the ground. As soon as I make it to my feet, my knee gives out, and I almost fall back over, forcing Jags to struggle