Kaylor
I sat on the couch, still wrapped in Aaron’s hoodie. The heat between my legs hadn’t faded; if anything, it was worse now. I bit my lip, staring at the hallway where he’d disappeared as I wondered if he meant his last words.
“f**k it,” I muttered, standing up. “I’m not sitting here overthinking this.”
I walked down the hall to the bathroom, my heart pounding.
“Kaylor, you’re insane,” I whispered to myself, but my feet kept moving. I pushed the door open and froze.
Aaron stood under the spray, naked, water streaming down the hard muscles of his shoulders, back, ass and thighs. My mouth went dry as I took him in, every inch better than I’d imagined, and I’d imagined plenty.
“Well, s**t,” he said, turning his head, a grin spreading across his face as he caught me staring. “Didn’
