MILLICENT
Zayne's hands were suddenly on my thighs, the calloused warmth of them burning straight through my skin beneath the towel.
His grip was almost greedy and I didn’t even have time to gasp before he lifted me off the ground, pinning me against the cold, tiled wall of the stall.
I only realised what was going on when my back hit the ceramic. His breath ghosted across my cheek, his body pressed flush to mine, every hard inch of him a contradiction against the soft cotton towel that barely kept me decent.
He was drenched. Drops of water clung to the sharp ridges of his abs, trickling down the long line of his torso. His towel that was barely holding, dipped lower with each subtle shift of his body against mine.
My thighs were clenched around his hips as a reaction to the electri
