Chapter 79 A Game Of Privacy

• And there he was, fresh out of the bathroom in a state that threatened to dissolve my heart right there in my chest.
• There was a red towel hanging low on his waist clinging just above the edge of decency, while his hands dragged another smaller one through his wavy damp hair.
• My gaze betrayed me before I could scold it, sliding from those soaked lashes, to the water trailing down his jaw and wet pink lips. It went lower to the eagle inked across his chest, further still to the clean-cut abs and finally to the damned V-path that pointed straight into temptation.