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Sienna
Slipping into my bathrobe, I wrap another towel around my wet hair with clumsy hands.
I can't trust myself to be in the same room as him right now. I walk out of my bedroom into the shared living room space.
By the time he follows me out, I'm standing in the center of the room, fingers clasped together in front of me.
Towel stretched around his hips, he stands at the door to my room, arms akimbo. He doesn't move closer and for that I am grateful.
If he touches me now, I'll give in.
And I don't want to.
Not yet.
Not when I feel as I do for him. If I sleep with him now, I'll never get over him.
I don't dare meet his eyes. Don't need to. He's livid. And still aroused.
"What was that?" he asks, his voice low and controlled. When I don't look at him, he asks again, this tim
