Reid looked at her standing there wrapped in that sheet, her face blotchy from crying, her hair a mess. He could see the mark he'd left on her neck like he'd been trying to mark his territory. In some ways, he had. It gave him a warm feeling in his belly just seeing it. Also, as good as knowing she'd left her mark on him. His chest bore the indentations from her nails where she'd ridden him last night. She had never looked more beautiful.
He reached down, grabbing his boxers, then pulling them on as he felt blood flood his c**k. When he turned back to her, she looked so lost he wanted to pull her into his arms and tell her it would be okay. But he couldn't do that. She wouldn't let him even if he tried.
"Let's have a shower." Seeing her look, he shook his head. "Not together. You go firs
