Maddie POV
After much insistence from my mother, I went downstairs and went to the living room, where Derek was. I was sitting on the sofa, watching my mother spoil Derek as if he were an exiled prince. He was there, soaking wet, his t-shirt delimiting his broad shoulders and the perfectly defined muscles of his chest. The drops of water still ran down his neck until they disappeared under the line of his pants. I tried not to look, but it was like trying to ignore a fire in the middle of the room.
He looked as uncomfortable as I felt, casting glances my way. Not just any looks, but the kind that seemed to be trying to say something, as if he was seeking courage. When our eyes met, I felt my heart race, but I looked away immediately. I couldn't give in. Not, after all.
I couldn't believ
