The first thing I did the next morning was hop in a hot shower. My back was aching from sleeping on my old bed. There was no comparison between it and the bed I had waiting for me at our cabin in Colorado.
I thought Zach was still asleep, but within minutes of me stepping under the hot water, I heard his deep, husky voice ask, "Do you mind if I join?"
"Please do," I instantly chirped, not minding one bit to see his gorgeous body.
As soon as he stepped into the shower, I admired his muscular pecs and six pack that were decorated with tattoos. When my eyes settled on the weeping willow tree on his chest, I stepped closer to him and trailed my fingertips over it.
Zach laid his hand over mine, then cheekily mumbled, "Willow, you hold the key to my heart."
