I secretly hoped time would slow down, or better yet, that Rhett would never move in. But reality didn't care about my wishes. Three days later, he moved in.
He brought very little—just a black suitcase and a sports duffel bag filled mostly with jerseys and sneakers. Jane busied herself making his bed while he leaned against the doorframe, offering quiet nods. He was a man of few words around others.
The next morning, I stumbled out of my room to use the bathroom, only to run straight into him coming out of the shower. He was wearing nothing but a gray towel slung low on his hips. Water droplets rolled down his pale skin, tracing the sharp lines of his abs before disappearing beneath the towel.
I gasped, instantly awake, and turned to bolt.
"Why are you running?" He caught my wrist, pu
