I cross my arms and lean against the wall. “What did you think about?”
Her eyes scan me again before she moves toward her bathroom. “Nothing in particular.”
“Oh, I see.” I follow. “So you didn’t think about the way I sucked on your tits last night?”
She stumbles into the bathroom door before looking over her shoulder. “Oh my God, Breaker.”
“What?” I smile. “It happened, might as well talk about it.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
She steps into the bathroom and goes to shut the door when I stop her. “Why not? Was it so good that reminiscing will only make you hot again?”
Her eyes grow angry, and it takes everything in me not to burst out in laughter. “No. I don’t want to talk about it because it was awkward. I don’t know how to be around you now, so bringing that up only makes it worse.”
“Interesting. I thought bringing it up makes it better.”
“It doesn’t.” She shuts the door and turns on the shower.
After a few seconds, I knock on the door and say, “Need help in there?”
“Go away, Breaker.”
I chuckle and move over to her bedroom, where I sprawl across her bed and place my hands behind my head. I wait there for a few minutes, and when I hear the shower turn off, I prepare myself. It might be awkward for her, but I’m going to make it way less awkward.
The bathroom door opens, and she walks into the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel around her torso. Her hair isn’t wet, but little droplets careen down her chest.
“Oh my God,” she shouts as she stumbles back into the bedroom door. “I thought you left.”
“Lia, you know me better than that.” I let my eyes travel down her body and back up. “New outfit? I like it.”
She rolls her eyes and goes to her dresser, where she pulls out a pair of shorts and a shirt. I hop off the bed and walk up behind her just as she’s shutting her second drawer. She stills when she feels me.
“What are you doing?” she asks as I drag my finger over the slope of her neck.
“You had some water right here,” I say, my voice growing deeper than usual from a simple touch of her soft skin.
She turns around so her back is against the dresser, and she’s facing me. “That’s what towels are for,” she says. Her chest is rising and falling at a more rapid rate.
“Seems like you missed it,” I say and then move my finger along her collarbone. “And here, you missed some water here.”
“I was quick with drying off,” she says as she leans back against the dresser.
“Yeah, why was that?”
“I don’t know,” she answers as she wets her lips.
“Well, you did a shit job, because you have some water here too,” I say as I move my finger along the swell of her breast.
Her teeth roll over the bottom of her lip as her chest rises against my finger. I take that as a good sign and continue to push forward. I move my hand to where the towel is tucked under her arm and toy with it, seeing what her reaction would be. When she doesn’t say anything, I give it a soft tug, loosening the terrycloth.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Helping you dry off,” I say. “Unless you don’t want me to help. I’d be more than happy to just watch.”
“Why, uh, why would you want to watch?” she asks. She slips into the mood, just like that. Easier than I thought, but I still want to move at a snail’s pace with her because I don’t want to fuck this up. I have one chance to make her mine, one fucking chance, and I’m not going to forget patience this time.
“Because,” I answer as I tug on the towel again, loosening it all the way. The reason it’s still on her is because I’m holding it up, yet she makes no move to stop me. “I didn’t get a good look at those tits last night.”
