Mark stalked into the bathroom, Darcy still on his heels. As he bent over to turn the water on to let it warm up, he surveyed Darcy out of the corner of his eyes. She had leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest, a scowl on her face. Shaking his head, he shucked off his clothes, wadded them up into a ball, and tossed them into the hamper next to the door before stepping into the shower. She could wait until he was done cleaning up.
Groaning, he stepped under the water; the heat stinging his skin. It was too hot, but he didn’t care. Not right now. He had other things on his mind, like what was he going to tell Darcy? Frankly, he didn’t have anything to say to her, or at least, nothing that would make her feel better. He was still hurt that she had turned him down
