She was coming out of her shower, feeling weak, emotionally drained, and admitting, even reaching for her towel felt like exercise, when movement caught her eye in the mirror. She gasped to find Eric leaning against the door frame looking over her body.
Finding a sudden burst of energy, she grabbed the towel and quickly wrapped it around herself. “Knock much?”
“Nope.” He shook his head. “Get used to it. You started this Hadlee. Like I said downstairs, you wanted my attention, well now you got it. If we’re now in a relationship and I’m not sleeping elsewhere, you’ll need to pick up the slack.”
Nervously she watched in the mirror as he approached from behind, his eyes meeting hers. His tongue darted along his lower lip and her gaze was drawn to it.
“I want to kiss you.”
His quiet words
