NICHOLAS
I shut the door behind me, ignoring that stupid voice inside my head that was nagging me to go in there, stay for a little while, use any excuse. She was mine after all.
I gritted my teeth, forcing my feet to move further away, blocking the candid images of her, steam curling around her bare shoulders, water sliding down her skin, clinging to her lips like it belonged there.
I’d never been so jealous of water in my life.
By the time I reached my room, I slammed the door shut again. Kicked off my shoes, stripped off my shirt and pants. I needed a shower. A cold one.
Maybe it would freeze the fire in my blood.
This was a bad idea. I stepped into the shower, turning on the setting to the coldest. It didn’t help. My mind still went back to that place, with Evelyn, her lush lips
