I should have expected Sebastian to walk in. It’s six in the evening. That’s when most people get off work.
But for some reason, it didn’t register with me. I wasn’t planning on letting Sebastian see me standing in his kitchen in nothing but a towel, and yet, that’s exactly what happened.
“What are you doing?” are the first words out of Sebastian’s mouth.
My heart flutters because even though his words are an accusation that I shouldn’t be standing here, tempting him, his eyes are filled with desire. The tightness in his body tells me he’s holding back, standing in the doorway because if he comes any closer, he’s going to do something he regrets.
“Am I not allowed to shower?” I ask as I feel my pulse beating in my throat.
“You’re allowed to shower. Did you come home from work earl
