Another crash, followed by creative profanity that would make a soldier blush.
I push through the bathroom door and freeze.
Selene is tangled in the shower curtain, clearly having been in the middle of bathing when something went wrong. The curtain is wrapped around her like a cocoon as she struggles to free herself while maintaining modesty. Water drips from her auburn hair, and her cheeks flush with embarrassment.
“Don’t look!” She shrieks.
The mate bond surges at the sight of her, my wolf practically howling with recognition. Water droplets cling to her bare shoulders, her wet hair falling in dark waves around her face. The clinging fabric outlines curves that make my mouth go dry.
“Seth!” Her voice is breathless with panic and mortification. “What are You doing here?”
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