Her knuckles were white where her fingers gripped the tile, her muscles shaky as she eased back under the spray. Jenny rinsed her hair with her eyes shut, replaying the best parts of her fantasy inside her head, but his wicked smile still haunted her when she turned off the taps, his imagined touch still burned as she reached for a towel. Of course it wasn’t enough. It never was. She only hoped she didn’t spend the whole night tossing and turning because of more dreams about Ashley Edwards.
When she stepped into the bedroom, the swathe of light from the bathroom revealed Bryan’s bleary face, and he squinted against the sudden illumination.
“What time is it?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
“Late.” Jenny flipped the switch, submerging the room in darkness again, and navigated blind to her dr
