“Is Gabriel asleep?” Laura strode out of the bathroom, her damp hair brushed back, wearing Andy’s robe again and nothing underneath.
“Yeah, with a smile on his face.” Andy sat on his side of the bed and unbuttoned his shirt.
Laura froze and stared at his incredible chest and the dark hair that lightly covered it. He stood up and walked straight for her, and she felt her face heat and probably turn a nice shade of red.
“Laura, you better get used to this, because I’m not changing in the bathroom.” He chuckled under his breath and slid his hand behind her neck, his other in her wet hair, and he leaned down. She swore he was about to kiss her, he was so close. He touched his nose to hers, and she couldn’t help breathing in how he smelled. It was earthy, and, good God, made her knees weak.
