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She had never once thought of them as anything other than an abstract object.
Her breath started coming in short bursts, her heart beating more and more rapidly.
She was doing it.
After all, she was a student of many things, and one of the biggest mistakes she had made when meeting Levi was assuming that he didn’t have anything to teach her. She blinked and headed toward the bathroom.
She pushed the door open, and she could just barely make out the shape of him through the steamed-up glass. Her heart was now beating in triplicate, the pulse at the apex of her thighs fluttering, the nervous energy going through her body enough to make her expire then and there.
They had kissed once. She was making a big leap. A big assumption.
And she wasn’t going to give herself time to think.
She walked toward the shower and pulled the door open. His head jerked up, and steam poured out, slowly revealing his body. Broad shoulders, muscular chest, those washboard abs, and...
Oh, boy.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“Was this not an open invitation?”
“It wasn’t.”
“Is it now?” She sounded too hopeful, and for a moment, she knew a moment of real fear that she’d be rejected.
That she wasn’t enough after all.
That fear was mitigated almost immediately.
“Hell yeah.”
He reached out, wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into the shower fully clothed.
She squeaked as she found herself being trapped between the slippery shower wall and his wet, hard body.
Her dress was saturated quickly, and she was thankful she had at least taken her shoes off, but she still had her socks on, which was a bit distressing.
He pulled back and looked her up and down. “Lord Almighty.”
“Yeah,” she said, because it was the only thing she could say.
Her dress had buttons on it, and he popped the first one open.
“I do not have any other clothes with me,” she said.
“I’m sure my sisters have some things around that you could wear.”
And that was how she found the whole rest of her dress popped open completely. Exposing her white bra and panties.
And he made quick work of the dress, flinging it over the top of the shower door and consigning it to the ground outside.
“The socks,” he growled. “Why are they so fucking hot?”
Right now, her socks were soggy, and she could imagine nothing less sexy, really, except everything felt sexy right now, so it was some kind of sock paradox, and she didn’t know what to do with that.
“I don’t... I don’t know...”
He gripped her hips and held her still as he pressed the hard evidence of his arousal against her body.
