“Thank God I didn’t drop the towel. I would have literally died from embarrassment,” I
mutter, shaking my head. We stand in such close proximity in the narrow hallway, barely
clothed and dripping wet.
Aidan’s tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip, my eyes unable to
move from his luscious, now wet, lips.
Fuck. I step back towards my bedroom, trying to make
Aidan raises an eyebrow, and leans up against the doorway to the bathroom.
“Yeah, that would have been somethin’ else,” he says in a gravelly voice.
My eyes skim over his firm, muscular torso.
Ryan Gosling, eat your heart out.
“There are spare towels in the cupboard if you want to dry off. I … I need to get
“No worries, I’ll sort it.”
“Night, Aidan,” I mutter.
“Yeah, night,” he says softly. I struggle to pull my gaze away from the longing in
those dreamy eyes.
Fuck, that look is doing wicked things to me.
I revel in the moment
briefly and then remember … yet again, that
I have a boyfriend, he has a girlfriend, and
I smile politely, and march into my room.
I let out the loudest of sighs as my back thuds
against the back of the door.
What the fuck just happened?
Did I run over a black cat?
Did I royally fuck someone over in a past life?
dark, handsome stranger in the very next room, has upset the basic rhythm of my heart, and
has me craving things I shouldn’t … not with him.
This is cruel. So very cruel.