Zara
For a moment, neither of us moves. Then Locke rises from the couch, with me still all wrapped around him, and gently sets me on my feet.
"You relax," he says. "I'll go start the bath."
Before I can answer, he brushes a kiss across my forehead and disappears into the bathroom. A second later, I hear running water.
Silence settles over the apartment, real silence this time. And suddenly I’m very very aware of exactly what is about to happen, and my pulse stumbles.
Oh. My. God.
The realization arrives all at once: a man is going to see me naked. Not a doctor or somebody examining scars or checking wounds or discussing recovery. A man. A devastatingly hot man. A man that I want all over my body, inside my body.
The thought sends heat rushing through me so quickly it almost steals
