SILAS’S POV
Water fell down my back, cold as ever--I ran my hands through my hair, spreading the shampoo through.
It had been a long day.
A damn long day.
I was worried for nothing.
The woman was all concerned about me getting married.
Married!
I chuckled, scrubbing through my scalp--my eyes closed as a memory of a certain brown eyed woman pulling at my hair flashed through my head.
Imogen.
My jaw clenched and my breathing became labored.
Fuck!
She was not even here--just a memory of her, a wisp, a scent, anything was enough to make me feel like some horny teenager again.
With a growl, I scrubbed harder. Trying to focus on my mother’s request instead. That straight-up killed my boner. Why the hell was she yammering about me getting married?
When she said that, I’d simply laug
