"Oh," I say like a dumbass.
The towel is tented.
I shift to keep from giving her a show.
"Yeah." She's not doing much better.
I hold up the bodywash, pec flexing. "I ran out."
Eyes jump to the movement.
Cheeks darken.
I long to cup them.
Tell her how much I need her.
But that's not the plan.
So I don't.
"I should probably… finish my shower." I toss my thumb over my shoulder.
Another flex.
"Oh." She snaps out of it. "Yeah. Esme's waiting."
She practically runs away.
Yeah, you still got it,I think to myself, smirking.