NATH
I stand by the door for a beat, staring at the wall, trying to process what just happened. And then the ridiculous thought hits me...Wait… I'm supposed to be her fiancé. Why am I also freaking out?
I pace, running a hand over my face, replaying that split-second image of wet skin, water glistening over curves I shouldn't be noticing.
When the door finally opens, she steps out, fully dressed and glaring like she's ready to stab me with the hairdryer.
Her foot slips.
I don't think...I just move. My arms go around her, steadying her before she hits the floor. She freezes in my hold, her wide eyes darting up to mine… then dropping to my bare chest.
For a moment, I swear she's staring at my abs longer than necessary.
I let her go. "Why did you scream?"
She narrows
