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His neck grew red, and she hid under the sheet, holding it up to her nose.

“Where am I?” she asked, eyes wide.

“My room.”

His lips slanted into a smile as he went to hang the towel on the back of the bathroom door. She caught her breath while he wasn’t looking, but soon he had opened the bathroom door again, giving her a full view as he leaned over the sink.

He had put some pants on, but they were slung low on his hips, and he was completely shirtless.

He reached into the cupboard beside him and pulled out shaving cream, spreading it over his face. She was mesmerized by the movement of his muscles. My god, what a sight. Back, shoulders, chest, abdomen … she didn’t know where to look.

This was obscene.

“What are you doing?” she choked out.

“What does it look like?” he asked, dragging a razor over his jaw. She went quiet, leaning into her pillow.

The scene was so intimate she wanted to melt into bed and go back to sleep. It felt strangely right to be half naked in his bed, watching him do something mundane like shave.

Her heart squeezed, and she dragged her eyes away from him. That was when she spotted her bra lying on the floor.

She remembered then that she had no clue what exactly had transpired between them last night. It wasn’t that she was worried—somehow, she knew she was safe with him—but she needed to know just how much she had humiliated herself right after she had stopped him from kissing her because of … friendship.

“Um,” she said. “What am I doing here?”

He wiped his face with a towel, revealing the smooth skin of his cheeks, the lines of his cheekbones and jaw seeming even more prominent now.

“What do you think?” He smirked, coming out into the room. Her heart hammered. She wanted to grab every part of him, and under the influence of the witch-wine last night, she might have done just that, if his satisfied smile was any indication.

“What does that mean?” she asked, voice high.

“What do you think?” His gaze dropped to the space between her legs, lids lowered. He stared for a beat before dragging his bright blue eyes back up to her face. Her cheeks burned.

“No way that happened,” she said.

“No way what happened?” He seemed to be amusing himself quite a bit at her expense.

“Did we …”

He arched a brow, stepping closer. “Kiss?”

She blinked. “Um …”

“Oh … you mean fuck?”

Heat flushed through her. She nodded slightly.

“Why don’t we refresh your memory?” he asked. He got onto the bed beside her, and she gasped, clutching the sheet tight as her body pulsed in anticipation. She could smell his aftershave, could almost taste it.

He came closer, until his body was parallel to hers, only a few inches away. He ran a hand over her waist, down her hips, sliding over her thighs. The sheet was between them, but she felt his touch everywhere, desire pooling between her legs. She bit her bottom lip.

“Do you remember now?” he asked, voice husky.

She couldn’t think straight. All she could do was whimper in response as his large hand moved up and down her hip, searing into her. His fingers pressed in.

He pulled her closer, his damp chest wetting the bedsheet between them. She felt the heat of his shower-warm skin against her and ached for more.

A drop of water fell from his hair onto her cheek as he brought his mouth close to hers.