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He peers through the steam. “Hazel…?”
“Yeah. Yeah… er… it’s me.”
He emerges from the cloud of body-wash-scented steam, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “What are you doing here?” His chest glistens with beaded water. He didn’t dry off completely, and I am quite likely drooling over the way the water drips over his pecs.
I swallow. “Me? Ummm…”
I was Odysseus, affected by your siren’s song.
My feet got glued to the floor for a minute there.
“Men—I mean, the men I’ve known… I guess they didn’t really sing. So, er—so, was that Taylor Swift?”
He keeps walking toward me, now with a smile on his lips. He’s happy to see me.
Stop.
Don’t come any closer.
I will become totally unraveled if he steps closer.
His hair is wet, and he smells so good, and he is naked under that towel. This is a million times worse than catching him with bed-head hair… and, at the same time, a million times better.
My heart is doing somersaults.
He pauses five feet away from me.
No, don’t stop.
I know this is trouble. Yet, at the exact same time that my brain says distance is good, every cell in my body wants him to come closer.
His green eyes drift over my hair, which is tied up at the top of my head, then down to my face.
“How about that? You’re even more beautiful without a trace of makeup on,” he murmurs, his voice deep.
Nope. I cannot handle a compliment while surviving this situation.
The smile sneaks to my lips, unwanted. I feel my lashes flutter. “Was that—were you singing—that was Taylor Swift, right?”
I lean to the side so my hip can rest on the back of the couch.
If I don’t, I will fall.
Not only did he say I’m beautiful, but he’s looking at me like I’m beautiful.
I feel downright dizzy with the heady rush sweeping through me, now buzzing in my veins. Feeling this desired—it’s like a drug.
“You look so fresh,” he says, ignoring my question.
“It was. I know it was.”
His smile creates those two dimples that dig into his tanned cheeks. “Yeah, okay. You caught me.”
“You seemed to know the chorus well.”
He puts both hands up. “I’ll say it. I find some of the melodies sort of catchy, okay?”
“Okay.” I can’t help the giggle that sneaks out.
