Soon, The bathroom door clicked open again, and Lucas walked out, with a damp hair, and a towel slung low around his waist.
Her breath hitched as she stopped applying make up to stare at him. But immediately turned her head away when she caught herself, pretending to fix something imaginary on her lashes. Nope. Not looking.
But she felt him.
She knew he was getting dressed behind her, completely unbothered, while she was actively fighting for her life not to turn around and make a complete fool of herself.
She heard the rustling of fabric. The zipper of his pants.
She exhaled sharply, staring into the mirror she was holding.
You are an adult, Valentina. A fully grown woman. This is not the first time you’ve seen him shirtless—
But her body was betraying her, and her face was quickly
