Emma
"No!" I snapped my eyes up to his face. Then immediately regretted it because he was grinning. Actually grinning. The insufferable, gorgeous, naked man was enjoying this!
"You totally are."
"I am not!" I tried to step back, but his arms were still around me. "I was just... quality control! For... towel efficiency!"
"Towel efficiency?" His eyes danced with laughter and something darker, more dangerous.
"Yes! Very important... statistical... oh god, you're still naked."
"You're still looking."
"I am not!" I squeezed my eyes shut. "I'm leaving now. With dignity. And grace. And..."
I turned and walked straight into the doorframe.
His laugh followed me down the hall, rich and warm as mulled wine. I fled to my room, face burning, trying to forget the way water droplets had traced p
