Page 53 of Sin Bin Daddies
I strip on my way to the bathroom, letting the hot water run before stepping under the spray. Instant relief.
I tip my head back, letting it cascade down, washing away the last remnants of Leo’s touch.
Then the water shuts off.
“What the fuck?”
Soap stings my eyes as I grope for the knob, twisting it uselessly. Nothing. No water.
Fucking fantastic.
Groaning, I wipe my face, wrap a towel around my dripping hair, and stomp to the other bathroom.
I twist the handle. Not a drop of water comes out. I rush to the kitchen sink and turn on the taps. Still nothing.
“Goddamn it.” I grab my phone, scrolling through my contacts. The only person I know who might have a clue how to fix this is Asher.
His phone goes straight to voicemail.
I throw on an oversized T-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts, still damp from my half-shower, then head out the door.
I knock on Asher’s door, arms crossed, already annoyed. When it swings open, I freeze.
It’s not Asher. It’s Ford. Shirtless. His messy hair and heavy-lidded green eyes make it clear I just woke him up.
I swallow. “Uh—hey.”
He leans against the doorframe, gaze sweeping over me. “Hey. What’s up?”
“My water’s out.”
His brows furrow. “That sucks.”
“Yeah. Was hoping Asher might know how to fix it.”
“He’s out,” Ford says, scratching his jaw.
“Oh.” I shift on my feet, unsure.
Ford tilts his head. “I can check it out for you.”
Relief floods me. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Thanks. In the meantime, can I steal Asher’s shower?”
His lips twitch like he’s holding back a laugh. “Go ahead.”
I brush past him, catching the scent of fresh grass and rain clinging to his skin. Unfair. He smells way too good.
“This is his,” Ford says, pushing open a door. The bathroom is huge—white marble, a glass walk-in shower, black fixtures, and an overhead rainfall shower head.
I exhale. “Shit. Asher’s bathroom is nicer than mine.”
Ford folds his arms over his bare chest. “That’s because Asher has zero impulse control.”
I chuckle. “Right.”
