“Anyways, I wanna take a shower. Pretty sure my labia is welded together after last night.”
Mal smirked at me like he was proud of that. I rolled my eyes.
“All right. I’m in.”
“Wait, what? You mean together? You want to showerwithme?”
He cocked his head. “Are you sure your fiancé was straight?”
“Of course he was. He was also a degenerate gambler, but he was definitely straight.”
A look came into his eyes, but he let it go to concentrate on what he no doubt thought was the more important fact. “And you two never showered together?”
I shook my head.
“Oh baby girl, are you in for a treat.” He tossed me a cocky grin before grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the bathroom.
I groaned as we sped by my forgotten coffee cup, and I reached toward it desperately.
When the bathroom door closed behind me, Mal was already stripping out of his clothes.
I stared at him wide-eyed as more and more deliciously muscled and tattooed flesh was revealed. Wait… “Is that a tattoo of Plankton from SpongeBob?”
I pointed at the blur of green high on his left thigh.
Mal shrugged. “I lost a bet with G. But I got him back the next year. He has Handsome Squidward on his ass.”
I snickered. “Is that what rock gods do? Make stupid bets and tattoo ridiculous things on each other?”
“Don’t forget we get to sleep on buses.” He shrugged. “These tats were before we made it big. The stupid shit you do once you have money goes up exponentially the richer you get. The stories I could tell you… Speaking of wild, weren’t we about to get in the shower?”
My breath shuddered for a second. All of him, looking like that, offering me a wild time? I swear I’d had a dream like this once.
Let me tell you, the real thing is way better.
I was across the room before I even knew it. The robe slipped from my shoulders with the slightest tug from Mal. His eyes were intent on mine as he took my hand and led me into the huge shower stall.
I didn’t even notice when he’d turned on the water.
Honestly, it felt like a dream.
He stood with his back to the spray, and once I stepped onto the smooth, river rocked shower floor, he shifted slightly so I got some of the water.
I didn’t know what to do. Was I supposed to be sexy? Or just shower? How did we do this?
Instinctively, I reached out to the water and let a small amount pool in my cupped hands before splashing it over my face. I’d repeated it twice when I heard a distinct rumble.
My eyes flew to Mal, but his gaze was focused on my cheek. The one Trent’s bookie had hit last week.
I didn’t know it was possible, but I felt more naked than ever. Which was ridiculous. I mean, I was standing here totally nude and Mal had already seen the bruise.
Only now it felt different.
And it looked like it felt different to him too.
His eyes blazed, and he took a deep, shuddery breath. “You mind if I use your stuff?”
“Huh?” I blinked.
