I make a separate pile for Landry’s boxers and take it back to the laundry nook, trading the stack of underwear for a fresh towel since I think I might have used the last one yesterday. I smile to myself as I pop the towel back into the dryer for a minute to get it extra warm and fluffy, singing along before I return to my room and open the bathroom door.
Then I freeze in place. My jaw lowers, and I blink a few times as I stare blankly. Because standing before me in all his soaking wet glory is my husband.
It’s the first time I’ve ever seen a grown man naked, at least in real life. And let me tell you, the biology textbooks haven’t done this one justice. John Denver continues crooning in my ears while my eyes run over Landry’s body, which is still covered in water droplets. And muscles.Lotsof muscles.
Country roads, take me home, to the place I belong …
I bite my lip as my gaze trails down his abdomen, all roads leading to the same focal point, and I’m pretty sure I tilt my head to the side as I take in the view.
“Wow. There it is,” I blurt out, and Landry moves to cover himself with his hands.
“Daisy?” I vaguely hear him call, but his voice sounds muffled. Then I remember I’m wearing my noise-cancelling earbuds, and I quickly shift everything to one arm so I can use my free hand to remove them.
“DAY-ZAY!”
I flinch. “What?”
“I’ve been yelling at you for a whole minute! I need a towel,” he grinds out.
“Oh right, sorry,” I say, begrudgingly offering him the warm one in my arms.
He growls in frustration. “Can you bring it a little closer to me? I don’t want to drip all over the floor.”
I guess I was subconsciously hoping he’d reach out and uncover himself again. I stifle a smirk as I step forward, and he clears his throat.
“Um, do you mind?” he asks when I hesitate to turn away. But I notice his lips twitching once I finally drag my gaze up to his face. “A little privacy would be nice, too.”
“I thought you said it was okay if I checked you out,” I mumble, my cheeks flushing.
He scoffs and wraps the towel around his waist. “I wasn’t exactly offering to pose buck-ass naked for you.” Then he shivers. “Ooohh, it’s so warm.”
I giggle at the abrupt change in his tone. “You’re welcome.”
“Thanks,” he says, his mouth curling up into a smile. “Still waiting on that privacy, though.”
“Fine, I guess I’ve gotta heat up a fresh towel, anyway,” I reply before I reluctantly leave him in the bathroom.
I’m bending over to slam the dryer door closed when I feel Landry brush up beside me. “Thanks again for the towel,” he says quietly, dropping his dirty clothes into the washer. “I may never settle for a room-temperature one again.”
“Consider it your payment for the anatomy lesson,” I retort, and he chuckles out loud, to my surprise. I stand up straight and glare at him. “I’m glad you find me so entertaining.”
“I’m sorry,” he replies and smirks. “It was my fault. I’m starting to wonder how many times this is going to happen before we learn our lesson about locking doors and knocking before entering.”
“Yeah,” I tell him, blushing again. “And I can’t seem to remember my manners every time it happens. At least you manage to look away when you walk in on me.”
“That’s only because if I stare, it’s creepy. But when you stare, it’s just … cute.”
My stomach dips. “Is it?”
He shrugs. “Itwaskind of adorable when you turned your head to the side like a confused puppy.”
“I did not look like a confused puppy,” I whine, covering my face.
“You were certainly surprised. I just wasn’t sure whether it was bigger or smaller than you expected.”
I groan behind my hands. “I’m going to pretend that was meant to be rhetorical.”
“Full transparency, remember?” I bring my hands down to find his expression entirely too smug for a man who doesn’t already know what I’m thinking.
