Page 62 of Wardrobe Malfunction

I test the shower with my hand to see if it’s ready.

Perfect temperature.

I climb in, getting under the spray.

“Um…what the fuck is that?”

“What?” I turn to him getting in behind me.

I move to the side to give him space under the water.

“This.” He tugs on my shower cap.

“It’s a shower cap,” I say slowly. “My hair doesn’t need washing, so I use this to keep it dry.”

And then I realize that I’m in the shower with Vaughn West, and I have a fucking shower cap on my head.

God, I’m so lame.

“Yeah, Pins, I got that it was a shower cap, but is it supposed to be”—he peers closer—“a crown?”

I die a little inside.

“Uh…yeah. It’s my Queen of the Shower cap,” I mutter quietly.

Why did I tell him that? God, I’m a fucking moron.

I blame Nick. He bought it for me.

“It’s, uh…pretty.”

He’s fighting laughter. I can see it in the tightness of his eyes and the pinch of his mouth.

Bastard.

He picks up my shower gel and flips up the cap. “So, can you get King of the Shower caps, too?”

“Ugh.” I roll my eyes and take the shower gel from him.

“What? I’m being serious. I was thinking we could get matching ones.”

“You’re such an asshole.” I shove him.

“Aw, Pins! I’m just playing.” He catches my chin with his hand. “You’re pretty…and sexy and hot. So hot.”

His eyes darken, and his breathing changes. So has my own.

“Even with the shower cap crown?”

He grazes his teeth over his lower lip. “Even with the shower cap crown. No one but you could pull it off.”

“Now, I know you’re taking the piss.” I pull my face from his hand.

“I’m serious. You look hot as fuck.” His hands grab my waist, and he yanks me closer, my stomach pressing to his hips.

Oh. He’s hard.

“Yeah”—his eyes glitter down at me—“this is all you. You could wear a trash bag, and I’d be hard for you. I’ve been hard since the day I met you.”