CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
“Nine minutes. I beat your twelve minute shower record,” his lips pulled into a lopsided grin as he walked into the room, the towel hanging low on his hips with the V-shape visible. A few strands of wet hair stuck to his face, drawing me to how sexy he looked with a few droplets of water tracing their way down his finely chiseled mapped bronze skin only to be sucked by the edge of the towel around his lower body. It was insane how even the smallest details of him had me simping over how hot he was. From his freaking smile to the soft side of him, I was drawn to it. Wait, what? I really did not like where my thoughts were going to.
I rolled my eyes,” Maybe because I let you win,”
He chuckled,” You really never accept defeat, do you?”
I put down the hand dr
