"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.