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She woke to the sound of the shower running. It was right next to her bedroom, and the pipes whistled when you turned the hot water on.
Which meant Dylan was currently naked on the other side of the wall, just like he’d been naked in her dream. Lucky shower tiles, getting a front-row seat to the peep show—
Is exactly the sort of thing you shouldn’t be thinking, perv.
Her dream was proof enough of that. Brooke wouldn’t survive the next six days if she was going to be having dreams like that every night. Time to nip all those naughty thoughts in the bud.
She rolled over to check her phone: six a.m. Dylan had said he needed to be at his shoot at nine, but with the time difference from the East Coast, he’d probably woken early on his own.
Her class wasn’t until ten thirty, but since Dylan was up, she figured she ought to be a good hostess and get up too. She could always go into the lab and get some extra work done. After pulling on a robe over her T-shirt and pajama pants, she wandered out of her bedroom.
The bathroom door was closed, but steam spilled out in the stream of light coming from under the door.
She assumed Dylan couldn’t have coffee on his water cut, but hopefully he wouldn’t mind if she made some for herself. Rubbing her eyes, Brooke padded past the bathroom and into the living room.
It didn’t register at first, in the dim gray light leaking through the blinds, that there was someone in the living room. She was still sleepy, and her vision was blurry from rubbing her eyes. It was only as her sight adjusted that a figure came into focus.
It was Dylan.
He was bent over, digging through his suitcase with his back to her.
Just as naked as he’d been in her dream.
Chapter Five
Dylan was naked.
In her living room.
Right in front of her.
Not in a dream, but in real life.
His ass cheeks flexed as he stooped over his suitcase, and his back muscles rippled like a Michelangelo sculpture come to life. Brooke heard herself gasp, and Dylan spun around, giving her the full-frontal experience.
There wasn’t a lot of light in the room, but there was enough.
To see everything.
Everything.
For a second they both stood there frozen in shock. Brooke with her mouth hanging open and Dylan with everything hanging. In all his glory. Completely naked and hot as hell.
“Shit!” he yelped, belatedly trying to cover himself with the pair of underwear in his hand. “I thought you were asleep!”
Brooke covered her eyes and turned her back on him. “I thought you were in the shower!”
“I was letting the room fill up with steam to sweat off a little more water weight, but I forgot to grab clean underwear.”
Brooke swallowed, trying to ignore the image of Dylan’s penis that was now permanently seared into her brain. “Okay. Cool. Well…uh…looks like you’ve got them now.”
“Yeah. So. I’m gonna go back into the bathroom.”
Keeping her eyes directed at the floor and her hand up to shield Dylan’s still incredibly naked body from her view, Brooke moved aside so he could get past her to the bathroom. “Cool. Yep. I’m just gonna go…” She waved in the direction of the kitchen with the hand that wasn’t covering her eyes. “Make some coffee or whatever.”
“Okay. Good.”
“Cool.” Why was she saying cool so much? Nothing about this was cool! It was the opposite of cool. It was…
