✿MOANA✿
Dylan stood there in nothing but that towel, water still dripping down his chest, looking like he'd walked straight out of one of my forbidden dreams. His eyes met mine across the room, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a knowing smirk.
My thumb hovered over the end call button like it was burning me. “Mom’s calling me for something,” I lied into the phone, my voice too high, too rushed. “I’ll text you tomorrow, okay? Bye.”
I hung up before Kenzie could respond.
The room felt smaller the second the screen went dark.
Dylan was still standing there, towel slung dangerously low, droplets sliding down the carved lines of his abdomen like they had all the time in the world. He hasn't left that position, watching me intensely. He looked like sin personified, and he knew it.
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