Chapter Seven
Rachel
I might’ve had skid marks on my tongue, but I managed to keep my mouth shut. He turned away quickly, stepping through a doorway immediately to his side. I didn’t know how much time passed, but it wasn’t much when he returned with a black T-shirt covering his glorious chest and a jacket hooked over his fingers. His blond hair was damp, his green eyes standing out with his skin slightly flushed.
Do not think about Remy n***d in the shower.
My mind was clearly feeling oppositional and went straight there, sending a jolt of heat through me. I could feel the potency of his presence. He smelled fresh and clean, and I wanted to bury my nose in his chest and breathe him in. I also wanted to kiss him. Fiercely.
I was silent as we walked down the hallway, restless with a ju
