Grace's POV.
He opened the door and took my breath away - quite litterally. I had to swallow hard and it took me a few seconds to remember why I was there in the first place.
Rhyder was dripping wet - he must have been in the shower when he heard me knocking.
He was wearing nothing but a crisp white towel that hung low around his waist and contrasted beautifully with his tanned skin.
His body was beaded in tiny water droplets that rained down from his still wet hair - the light from the room inside reflected in them like the early morning sun and outlined every curve of every muscle to perfection.
Steam rose up into the air around him casting him in a cloudy Halo - he looked like something out of a dream, a fantasy. He was everything.
"Grace? What are you doing here? It's late... is
