Page 100 of Bone’s Choice

“Yeah?” Hazel’s voice carried over the water.

“It’s me.”

There was a pause. Then, “Come in.”

My hand stayed on the knob for a second. I opened the door and steam hit me immediately.

The mirror over the sink was completely fogged, and the small bathroom felt about twenty degrees hotter than the hallway.

The shower curtain moved, and Hazel leaned out. Every fucking thought in my head disappeared.

Her wet hair was slicked back from her face, water ran down her neck and over her chest, and she wasn’t trying to cover herself.

Not even a little.

One hand held the shower curtain while the rest of her was right fucking there.

Wet.

Naked.

Mine last night.

My dick went hard so fast it almost pissed me off.

Hazel looked down, then back up. A slow smile spread across her face. Of course she noticed. “Morning.”

I cleared my throat. “Morning.”

Her eyes moved over me. “I’d tell you to get in here, but it looks like you’re leaving.”

Bad idea didn’t even begin to cover what getting in there would be. For one second, I seriously considered it. One fucking second turned into about five.

Hazel’s smile grew.

I forced my eyes back to her face. “Need to get back to the clubhouse.”

“Okay.”

That was it. Okay.

I nodded.

She nodded.

I waited. For what, I had no fucking idea.

Disappointment maybe? A question? Something.

Hazel didn’t give me any of it.

She reached up and pushed her wet hair away from her face. “Have a good day.”

I stared at her. “You too.”

Still nothing. What the fuck?

“I’ll see you around,” I said.