I scrambled to pull the boyshorts up my legs before he came back in the room. Getting my dress off and my tank on had taken entirely too much of the one minute he'd given me. With a wince, I crashed back onto the bed as I heard his footsteps reach the outside of my doorway.
Holy cannoli that had been close.
"Where are your extra towels?" he asked.
I looked over at him. He was stirring something in a bowl, his gaze fixed to my body. And not my legs.
I glared at him. Not that he noticed. I snapped my fingers. Waited until he raised his gaze to my eyes. "Friends, Ten. Friends."
He grimaced and glared. "I already hate that nickname. Towels?"
I pointed him back towards the bathroom. "Same cabinet, lower right." I was keeping that nickname until a better one came along. It was so very fi
