That wasn't in my head.
"Nate, are you in there?"
Her voice. Coming from just outside the bathroom door.
My heart stops. Starts again too fast.
Fuck.
"Yeah," I manage, voice rough and wrecked. "Yeah, I'm—hold on."
I scramble for a towel, water dripping down my chest, hair plastered to my face, cock still half-hard and very obviously affected.
Wrap it around my waist with shaking hands and open the door.
And there she is.
Standing in my cabin.
Pyjama shorts—those fucking shorts—and a loose tank top that's doing absolutely nothing to hide the fact that she's not wearing a bra.
Hair falling in waves around her shoulders, bare feet on my floor, lips slightly parted, eyes wide.
Every detail sharp and real and devastating and doing absolutely nothing to calm down the blood still pounding through my body.
She's looking at me—at my wet hair, my bare chest, the water still dripping down my abs, the towel slung low on my hips—and I'm standing here soaking wet, half-naked, cock still responding to the fantasy I was just having about doing unspeakable things to her in this exact shower.
Her eyes drop for just a second—down my chest, to the towel, to the very obvious evidence that I'm affected—before snapping back up to my face, cheeks flushing pink.
She knows.
And I'm still going to hell.
The cosmic joke that is Nora and I never fucking ends.
CHAPTER 22
AWKWARD
NORA
It's10:30pm when the hot water cuts out mid-shower.
I stand there under the spray as it goes from warm to lukewarm to ice cold in the span of thirty seconds, soap still in my hair, and seriously consider just rinsing with freezing water rather than dealing with the alternative.
The alternative being: walking to Nate's cabin and asking to use his shower.
Which is ridiculous.
Which I'm not going to do.
Except I can't rinse soap out of my hair with ice water, and I'm not sleeping with shampoo crusted to my scalp, so apparently I am going to do it.
I wrap myself in a towel, pull on pajama shorts and a tank top, grab my toiletry bag, and stand in the middle of my cabin for a solid twenty minutes trying to talk myself into this.
It's just a shower.
Friends help friends.
