Knox
My jaw tightens in rage as I watch Gina turn her back against me. She rummages through her closet and pulls on a large t-shirt.
Without sparing me a glance, she leaves the room and slam the door shut.
I can feel anger and frustration slithering through my spine.
Glaring at the door, it dawn on me that this is what she wants. She did it on purpose.
She knew I was in the bathroom and that I wouldn't be able to resist her the moment I lay eyes on her.
I exhale sharply and glance down at myself. The rush of longing drains away in an instant, replaced by a hot surge of anger that burns through me.
Picking up the towel from the cold floor, I throw it on a chair and open my closet in search of something comfortable to put on.
I settle for a pair of pajama bottoms, pulling them on b
