What? I flushed from the idea, shuffling my feet before turning away sharply to grab my clothes, putting some space between us.
I swallowed, gripping my towel tighter. “I should get dressed,” I murmured before turning to face him with my clothes held against my chest.
He blinked, seemingly surprised before he nodded and moved to face the door. He didn’t leave. A small smile grazed my lips.
Tension stayed thick in the air between us but my paranoia was long gone. I quickly changed into a pair of large comfortable grey sweats. My fingers trembled all through despite the warmth lingering on my skin.
I could feel Ethan, his presence, his awareness of me, even with his back turned. By the time I finished, the air in the room had shifted, but neither of us acknowledged it.
Not yet.
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