Gray was still in the shower when I came back up, and I quickly changed into a robe and got into bed, my legs outstretched, my back against the headboard.
He came out twenty minutes later, and I was more than glad that I had been here for the scene. He was wearing a towel around his waist, his hair falling down in front of his face, his upper body completely within sight for me to see.
"I am sure the bed is wet," he said slowly, watching me.
I shrugged. It is wet, and I still don't know how I had rationalised the thought of sitting in it. I met his eyes, and they were filled with amusement, his lips slightly upturned.
I broke into a laugh. And he joined, shaking his head slowly. He gave me a hand, and I took it immediately, letting him pull me out of bed.
Without a word, he pulled me
