Oh no.
"Vera?" Enrique looked surprised as he vigorously rubbed his wet hair with a towel while she blankly stared at him.
Oh no. Wrong timing. Super wrong timing.
Enrique. Just out of the shower. Draped in nothing but a towel. Vera knew she was mad and incessantly hurt by him and that nothing about him should affect her, but how could such a fine specimen of man not affect her? Especially when she had a first-hand experience of knowing just how fine that body feels. She could barely breathe or stop her eyes from roaming across the fine muscles and glistening wet skin. Her hands tickled with the urge to reach out and touch him. She bit her lips furiously, dangerously consumed by the need to kiss him.
Oh man...she wanted to kiss him so badly. It's been such a long time. Suddenly, it
