Page 131 of Lose You Twice

Life is so unfair. What do you mean he looks like that under his clothes? How does one individual find so much favor from life!

Behind me, the water shuts off.

I hear movement, and I’m silently praying he grabbed a towel to at least cover some of the view; then again, I wouldn't exactly mind…

Get it together, Wren.

“You can turn around,” he says.

I don’t. “Are you decent?”

He chuckles, a low, gravelly sound. “Enough.”

“That’s not reassuring.”

“Wasn’t meant to be.”

My pulse pounds so hard I feel it in my fingertips. I slowly turn around to face him.

Kai stands a few feet away, towel low on his hips, water still dripping down his chest and shoulders. His hair is wet, his jaw tight, his eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them. He is covered enough that I can look at him.

He’s not covered enough for me to think clearly.

My gaze drops before I can stop it.

I take in the toned chest that leads to very, very defined abs that he’s worked hard to hone over the last few years. The perfect V leading under the edge of the towel at his hips.

Whatever parts of boy Kai I once had are long, long gone, replaced fully by the grown-up version in front of me.

When I force my eyes back to his face, his expression has changed.

“That’s not fair,” he says.

My mouth goes dry. “What?”

“You looking at me like that after I’ve spent all week trying not to touch you.”

Heat slides through me, slow and devastating.

“I didn’t know you were in here.”

“I know.”

“I wouldn’t have come in if I knew.”

His eyes hold mine. “I know.”

“I should go.”

“You should.”

Neither of us move.

The corner of his mouth tips, but there’s nothing light about it. “Are you going to?”

My fingers tighten around my phone.

I really should leave.