Towel. I need a towel. Where are the towels?
I run down the hallway – one hand over my boobs and the other over my crotch – toward the closet. I yank the door open. Yes! A towel. I grab it and rush to the bathroom.
I hurry inside, slam the door behind me, and lean against the wall. Phew. That was close. Note to self: Keep a few towels in the bedroom from now on.
In my defense, I’m not used to living with other people. I refuse to have a roommate. Not after my first roommate thoughtit would be fun to give my dog a hash brownie. Trust me. It wasn’t fun.
“Hello?”
Oh my pirate. How did I not notice the shower was running?
“Is someone there?”
“There’s no one here.”
Zane peeks out from behind the shower curtain. His eyes widen as his gaze rakes over my naked body.
“Don’t look!”
He jerks and stumbles backward at my shout. “Fuck,” he mutters before gripping the shower curtain. It doesn’t help. He falls into the bathtub, taking the shower curtain with him.
I rush to him. “Are you okay? Did you hit your head?”
“I’m fine,” he sputters as the water hits him in the face.
I reach across him to switch it off.
“Why are you naked?”
I look down and realize my breasts are dangling over his face. I snatch my hand back and drop to my knees next to the tub.
“I… ah…” I search the area for my towel. It’s at the door where I abandoned it when he fell.
I start to crawl toward it but then realize my ass is on display. I flatten myself on the ground.
“Are you slow crawling?”
“Are you looking?”
I glance over my shoulder. He’s now standing in the bathtub with the shower curtain wrapped around his body. And he’s staring at my ass. His deep blue eyes are filled with suchpassion, they’re nearly violet. My nipples tighten in response. I nearly moan at the feel of my hard nipples scraping against the floor.
“Stop staring!” I try to shout but my voice comes out all breathy. I clear my throat but it doesn’t help reduce the lust currently running rampant throughout my body.
“What do you expect me to do? Your perfect ass is naked in front of my face.”
Perfect ass? Did Zane say my ass is perfect? I wiggle it, but stop when I realize what I’m doing.
“I expect you to be a gentleman and turn around.” There. I managed to speak without my voice sounding husky. Go me.
“You want me to turn around so you can check out my ass?” He wiggles his eyebrows. “No problem.”
He starts to push the shower curtain down.
“Stop!”
“You’re the one who entered the bathroom when I was in the shower.”
“I didn’t know you were in the shower!”
