Page 127 of Play Dirty

“This is different.”

“Is it?”

A beat.

Then he reached past me and pulled the curtain back—

And stepped inside.

Just like that. No hesitation. No question.

The space shrank instantly. Steam. Heat. Him.

My pulse picked up as water soaked his hair, ran down his chest, traced the lines of his body in slow, wandering paths. My eyes followed that water without apology. Even to the more daring parts.

He didn’t touch me. Not yet.

Just stood there, close enough that I could feel the heat of him, even under the spray.

“You waited,” I said quietly.

“I did.”

“For what?”

His eyes met mine. They held me.

“To see what you’d do.”

My throat went dry.

“And now?”

A faint smile.

“Now I know.”

Something in my chest constricted.

“You heard,” I said.

It wasn’t a question. His gaze didn’t waver.

“Yeah.”

I swallowed.

“And you’re just… fine with that?”

Grayson shrugged, water dripping from his chiseled jaw.

“I don’t get mad about things I saw coming.”

That shouldn’t have made my stomach flip. For some reason it did.

A moment of silence passed between us. Then another.

“You’re staring,” I said, softer now.