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So is she.

“I feel so lazy.” Tess yawns.

“Do you want to stay here tonight? We can order pizza or pasta or something else?” Whatever she wants.

“No. No, I want to go out. If we stay in we’ll just spend all our time being lazy, and that’s not why I’m here.”

When she sits up on the bed, I kiss her exposed shoulder again, letting my lips linger there.

“All I need is a shower, and we’ll be good to go.”

CHAPTER51

TESS

I’M ABOUT TO TAKE A HOT SHOWER. THAT’S LIKE A REGULAR SHOWER, BUT WITH ME IN IT.

Warm water cascades over me,the day's travel stress washed down the drain with the suds, every drop of water that hits my skin warming me like a blanket.

Closing my eyes against the spray, I revel in the simple pleasure of this moment of solitude.

I hug myself.

Sputter when the water hits my face, hand reaching for the shower gel on the shelf.

A smile tugs at my lips when I take the brown, wood-grained bottle and pop it open, giving it a sniff. It reminds me of Drew, a mix of earthy and fresh that I've come to associate with him. Granted, it would also smell like Drake, but that’s not where my head is at the moment.

Ha!

I put it back on the shelf and grab the feminine shower gel—Ryann’s, no doubt—and give that a whiff, too.

“Much better.”

I lather up with a loofah, not wanting to use anyone else’s, not knowing who they belong to—obviously. A bit like borrowing someone’s toothbrush? I hadn’t thought to pack anything for the shower, and no washcloths are to be found…

I'm lost in my own thoughts until the soft sound of the bathroom door opens catches my attention.

I go still.

Rub my hand on the glass to clear the steam off, my view no longer obstructed.

My heart literally skips a beat at the sight of Drew.

Stripping down, removing his tee shirt, then his shorts, he stands in his underwear at the sink, regarding me.

"Mind if I join you?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine.

I’ve never showered with anyone before.

“Uh. Sure.” I shake my head—I don’t mind at all—lips curving into a grin. "Not at all. It's already a bit crowded in here with all these loofahs, but I think we can make it work."

He chuckles, the sound filling the space between us as he slides open the door and steps under the spray of water. I watch, captivated, as he reaches for his own shower gel, the muscles in his arms flexing as he lathers it up.

I look down.

Check out his belly, his belly button, his hips, thighs…

As if on instinct, I move closer to him, our bodies just barely brushing against each other.

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