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But my tongue is swollen.
I stare at the five o’clock shadow on his square, killer jaw. Dark, enticing skin. Spiky, messy hair. Black eyes dripping with rage.
And veins.
God, he has so many veins, running just under his skin. One of them goes down his taut neck. It bumps over his collarbone and then disappears beneath his muscled pecs.
His chest is massive and the curves of it make a tight valley that then changes into the ridges of his abdomen. I go to count those ridges; I’m pretty sure that he’s got a six-pack. Could be eight too.
But I get sidetracked by the fact that he’s not wearing anything.
He’s naked.
Naked.
“Oh my God!” I squeak, clenching my eyes shut.
“How did you get in here?”
“Oh my God. Oh my God,” I chant, trying to dissolve into the tiles my spine is stuck to. “You’re naked. I thought you’d at least have your pants on.”
“What the fuck. Are you doing?” he growls, this time slowly.
“Why were you sleeping naked?” I snap. “Who sleeps naked?”
“People who wanna rub one out whenever the mood strikes.”
My breathing ceases at his drawled reply.
Rub one out.
He means… rubbing his thing out. Right? Masturbation.
The thing that’s on full display right now. A few feet away from me. Within touching distance. Is this the punishment for making up that lie about him?
No. No. No.
“Open your goddamn eyes,” Zach seethes, breaking my internal chant.
I grit my teeth. “Put on some goddamn pants.”
“Not until you tell me what the fuck you’re doing, hiding in my bathtub.”
I can’t believe this is happening to me.
I can’t believe I’m trapped inside a bathtub, with a naked Zach glaring at me.
But I need to woman up. I need to open my eyes, get this over with and leave. From now on, I’m not volunteering to take up anyone’s duties. At least, not without knowing what they entail.
Slowly, I open my eyes and make sure to keep them only on his face. “I wasn’t hiding.”
He shoots me a long stare. “If you’re in there to take a shower, then I hate to break it to you, but that’s not how you do it.”
“What?”
He gestures to my clothes, looking up and down my body. “You’re supposed to take them off. And not only because it makes rubbing one out easier.”
“What?”
