"Fuck," I hiss after picking up the empty bodywash.
Growling, I wrap a towel around my waist and trudge into the hall.
Water drips from my hair onto my chest.
Cool air sends goosebumps down my arms.
I dig through the linen closet, muttering curse words.
Fingers close around a bottle.
At the same time, I hear a gasp.
I spin.
Locking gazes with Bella.
Except.
Hers falls.
Down the line of my neck.
Across my bare chest.
Nipples tighten.
To my abs.
Lower.
Cock hardens.
"I thought I was alone."
Hand lifts. "Left my card in my top drawer."