HAILEY
My mouth immediately falls open and for one glorious second, my brain simply stops working completely and utterly and spectacularly.
Because apparently sometime between me falling asleep and waking up, Eamon decided shirts were optional.
His shirt is gone.
Everything above his waist is gone.
And now he's standing there with damp hair and a white towel wrapped snuggly around his waist, hanging dangerously low on his hips while moonlight spills across skin and muscle and every single reason I should have stayed asleep.
Oh, that's unfortunate.
The room's temperature increases a hundred fold and I resist the urge to squirm on my seat.
My eyes widen, then widen some more, then, because apparently my self-preservation instincts have completely abandoned me, they continue travelli
