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But then, I head to the shower and reach inside, turning on the faucet head. That’s what I try to do anyway.
The water comes streaming out, but it’s icy cold.
I jerk my hand back.
“I’ll show you,” Harrison offers. He shows me how to change the temperature, using another knob. I was hoping he would show me something else.
God, I really need a shower.
Once Harrison steps away, his arm wet with splashes of water, I step into the shower, completely forgetting that I’m still wearing underwear until the fabric is wet and clinging to me.
I reach down and peel my underwear off, letting it plop to the floor of the shower.
When I glance over my shoulder, Harrison hasn’t left the bathroom, and I kind of don’t mind.
The taste of victory spikes in me, and I realize that I like the fact that he finds me fascinating, that he wants me. It makes me feel strong.
I close my eyes and let the water pound onto my back, my hair hanging like a dark curtain down my bare back.
As I crack open the miniature shampoo bottle, I wonder why I’m so attracted to Harrison. He’s sexy, for sure. I don’t think anyone has ever doubted that. But he’s also… emotionally unavailable.
I dealt with that with Garrett, my ex. Do I really want to get into another relationship like that again? Garrett never told me how he truly felt about anything until he exploded, and it all came pouring out.
I just want someone who listens to me, cares for me, and accepts me for who I am.
After I lather up my hair, I take the bar of soap and run it over my body.
When I look at Harrison again, he’s touching himself, and it makes me want to touch him too. The glass between us is starting to steam up, but I wipe away some of the steam and touch myself too, letting him see.
He groans, and I can tell that even though he might not be as drunk as me, he is also lacking in self-control right now.
I tease him by touching myself, running my hands up and down my body. I want him to take his clothes off and join me in the shower, but he doesn’t.
The glass fogs up again, and I close my eyes.
My head is starting to clear.
I should get home.
I finish rinsing the soap off me, then snap the shower off.
I grab the towel hanging from the rack right outside the towel and wrap it around my body.
Harrison is busy cleaning himself up, and I realize that he’s finished just by watching me. Part of me is annoyed because I would prefer he finish inside me. But the other part feels a smug satisfaction.
“Oh, clothes,” Harrison remembers.
I follow him out to his bedroom as he digs through a couple of drawers until he finds a T-shirt and sweatpants.
I drop my towel and feel his eyes on me as I pull on the clothes. “You know, you called me over here to take care of Jaxon. But I feel like I’ve taken care of you more than him. Did you need anything else before I head home?”
I look at him with an open invitation.
But Harrison’s face immediately clouds over. “I don’t need you. I don’t need anyone.” He snorts and shakes his head. I can and do have any woman I want, so don’t act like I’m over here needing you.”
I clench my jaw. His words hurt, even though I try to steal myself against them. He took what I said in the completely wrong way.
“No, I didn’t…” But I stop myself. I’m not going to grovel or explain or make myself “less than.”
