Page 88 of Never With You
“No, thank you.” I hold a hand up. “I’d have to bleach my eyes afterward, so I’ll just leave to avoid that painful experience. I want to check out the spa anyway.”
I hear Nate snicker behind me as I grab my fanny pack and room key, but I don’t look back.
There’s nothing there I want to see.
“I’m back!”I call out when I enter the villa. “Are you here?” I yell again, taking no chances of running into a half-dressed version of Nate, but he’s nowhere to be found.
I turn the latch on the door, locking it from the inside, so even if he comes back to the villa, he can’t get in.
“Oh, sweet privacy,” I breathe with a sigh.
There’s about an hour and a half before dinner, so I quickly gather all my stuff for my shower. I’m mid-shave—like literally hunched over with one leg propped up on the shower bench—when I hear something. I still, nothing moving but my beating heart.
“Hellooo?” My breath holds as I listen for a response.
Nothing.
I even turn the shower off and call again. “Hello? Nate?”
Silence convinces me that I’m fine, so I turn the shower back on and continue shaving. Not even thirty seconds later, I glance up and see Nate reaching for a towel. He hasn’t seen me yet, but I’ve seen him.
Okay, technically, I haven’tseenhim. He’s naked, but I can only see from his chest up and from his mid-thighs down. The door is glass, but a two-foot-wide frosted strip runs in the middle of the shower door and walls, giving a little bit of privacy—thankfully.
And there’s steam. Steam makes everything foggy and blurry.
Let’s hope.
Despite the frosted glass and the steam, I still scream, covering my body with my hands. That’s when Nate sees me. His eyes triple in size before he uses his fingers as a shield.
“Sorry! I’m so sorry. It’s my fault for having eyes.”
For having eyes? What?
His free hand goes to his ears, and I notice the AirPods he’s plucking out of them. HE HAD FREAKING AIRPODS IN. I want to kill him.
“I didn’t see anything.” He blindly reaches for a towel while still covering his eyes. “Do you want a towel?”
“No! I want you to leave!”
“I really didn’t see anything.” He backs away with the towel. But instead of wrapping it around his body, he steps forward and drops it on the floor by the shower for me. “Here.”
“Oh my gosh, leave!”
“Going!” He turns, and I look away in case the frosted glass doesn’t cover him as he walks out. “I’ll be by the pool. Just get me when you’re dressed.”
I close my eyes and rest my forehead against the shower wall.
Having Nate Farnsworth walk in on me in the shower was not on my Thailand bingo card.
But here we are.
* * *
Once dressed,I want answers.
My lips purse as I slide open the patio doors. Thankfully, he’s found some clothes. From his spot on the lounge chair, Nate turns with a smirk that only intensifies my anger.
“Easy.” He gives a hesitant laugh while holding up his palms. “I promise I didn’t see anything.”
