Elias’s POV
Shit, I’m hard. Like painfully hard. I try to maintain my cool and grab Aria’s shampoo from her bag. I walk to the bathroom with it in front of me using it as a shield. The door cracks open and steam rolls out. She's standing there wrapped in nothing but a white hotel towel. It's too small on her and barely covers anything. Water drips down her collarbone, down to her thighs.
"I'm sorry," she whispers. "The towel slipped."
I nod, my throat too dry to speak. I hold out the shampoo.
"Here," I say. She takes it, her fingers brushing against mine. And that's all it takes for my c**k to twitch against my zipper.
"Sorry," I say before I can stop myself. "For...grabbing you. Earlier."
Her cheeks go pink and she ducks her head. "It's okay." Then she clicks the door shut behind
