My eyes widened in alarm. I snatched the towel, clutching it tightly against my chest before it could fall.
"Leave, Kaelan," I muttered, but my voice was a shaky whisper.
"You want me to leave?" he asked, a knowing smirk twisting his lips. "Then why haven't you pushed me away yet?"
My gaze dropped to his hand, still searing a brand through the towel and into my waist.
"Leave!" I said, more firmly this time, and finally shoved against the solid wall of his chest.
He released me with a dark chuckle and walked to the bed, picking up the lingerie. He held the delicate red lace in his hands, the material looking impossibly small and intimate against his palm. He turned back to me.
"This might just be useful," he said with a wink before walking out and closing the door behind him.
I slump
