Silently, almost guiltily, Damien rose to his feet and crept toward the bathroom. His chest thudded with each step. He told himself it was wrong, that he should turn back. But when he reached the door, the faintest sliver of space was left open, just wide enough to peek through.
And so he did.
Damien knew he shouldn’t. He knew it was wrong. But his body moved before his conscience could stop it.
Through that small crack, his eyes landed on her. Lena stood by the sink, her robe discarded carelessly to the floor. She had leaned against the counter, one hand braced against the sink while the other roamed her own body. Her fingers grazed her breasts, teasing the hardened tips of her nupples before sliding lower, tracing down her stomach to the opening between her thighs.
Damien’s breath ca
