“Go and take a cold shower.”
“I think it’s you who needs the cold shower.”
From the very dirty thoughts that are spinning around in my head, an exorcism would be a better choice.
“Just…take your shower.”
Kieran chuckles as he throws back the covers and saunters past me toward the bathroom.
I try to keep my eyes down, but when I notice the very visible tent in the front of his sweatpants, I almost choke on my own breath.
It seems Kieran noticed me looking, as he flashes me a wink before closing the door to the bathroom, leaving me to collapse onto the bed in a mortified heap.
This fake marriage thing is actually going to kill me.
