Antonella
Footsteps pounded along the hall and I dragged the window closed, hopping off the toilet with panic in my heart as I grabbed another towel to start drying my hair.
My pulse pounded wildly as Ryder stepped back into the room, his eyes sweeping over me, assessing.
Something about him was so penetrating, like he could see beneath my skin and peel apart my darkest secrets.
He tossed a large white T-shirt at my feet along with a pair of white boxer briefs. I eyed them with my nose wrinkling, looking up again to find him smirking.
“Unless you want to stay in that damp underwear –
which is entirely transparent when wet by the way – I suggest you put these on.”
My mouth fell open and I gaped at him in horror. “You looked,” I grunt.
“Have seen every part of you before and It was
