Davis' P.O.V.
She stepped out of her room with a towel wrapped around her head. She was a picture of beauty with her cheeks flushed from the way she pleasured herself in the shower. The temptation to enter the bathroom and help her finish was absolute torture. I knew just being inside her apartment without her knowledge was already over stepping. She'd probably yell rape if I entered her bathroom.
"I told you I'd come find you if you skipped your workout today," I reminded her as her blue eyes gazed at me in utter shock.
She swallowed, shaking her head as if trying to shake the surprise from her body. When she opened her eyes again, she seemed upset.
Shit, I overstepped.
"Did you hear me?" She asked, referring to her escapades in the shower.
"Did I hear you what, Lisa?" I asked
