Raelynn.
I stay frozen against the door, the towel clutched so tight around me my knuckles ache. My body won't stop trembling. Not from fear or anything like that. Maybe a bit of anger, but it's mostly because of him.
Because my mind won't stop replaying the way his eyes ran up and down my body.
'Get it together, Raelynn. You hate this guy.'
I do, so much that when I saw his bruised face, I felt a bit of relief. At least someone beat up his annoying ass.
But the memory of his eyes—dark, hungry, shameless—wouldn't leave. It stuck to me, sticky and hot, clinging to my ribs.
Worse was the dampness between my thighs that had nothing to do with the damn shower.
I curse under my breath and push away from the door, stalking toward my dresser to yank out clothes. I need to cover up. I need
