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Incredulous, I glanced over my shoulder, hoping to freeze the hot air he was spewing with my icy stare. “The whole point of using the bathroom is to clean up so I don’t get my clothes dirty.”
“You can’t just walk down the hall naked.”
“What do you care?”
His jaw ticked. Eyes flashed. Again, this man did not scare me. Even angry and spiteful as hell, it still amazed me.
“Put on your clothes.”
“Let me out of this room, Winston.”
“Pulling out the full name,” he mused.
I elbowed him in the stomach, not hard enough to hurt but enough to make him pull his arm back. Using the diversion, I flung open the door and rushed out into the hall.
The loud voices of my team rose through the stairwell, and I quickened my steps on the way to the bathroom. Making it inside, I pushed the door around, but before closing it completely, I glanced back in the direction of Win’s room.
He was scowling in the open doorway, his impressive biceps crossed over an equally impressive chest. Just because it would piss him off, I stepped into the opening and dropped my clothes on the floor.
He made a sound, eyes shooting to the stairwell as if he expected everyone to come running to get a glance at my exposed dick.
I started to laugh.
He stormed into the hallway, and I promptly slammed the door between us, turning the lock.
I turned on the faucet, noting a pair of the boxer briefs Win favored folded on the counter. On the floor were the sweatpants he’d been wearing in the kitchen. The sudden urge to put his boxers on instead of mine flitted through my mind.
In response to that little gem of an idea, I flung them onto the floor with his sweaty gym pants. Let him do some extra laundry. He deserved it.
As I cleaned up, his voice echoed through my thoughts.There is nothing about you that is lacking. Nothing.
I wanted to believe him, but doing so would set me up for more hurt. Honestly, what other reason could there be for his hot-and-cold behavior?
You should have just told him you came here for him.
Scoffing at the thought, I shut off the water and used a small towel I found folded beneath the sink.
It wasn’t the entire truth, though. A truth I wasn’t ready to tell.
Once I was finished, I tossed the towel into his growing laundry pile and tugged on my clothes. I told him what just happened was a mistake, but the truth was I didn’t regret it. Hell, I’d let him touch me again. And again.
He was an addiction I didn’t want to break.
But wanting and needing were two separate things, weren’t they? And though I wanted Win, I needed to walk away.
Surprise stopped me in the doorway when I saw him casually leaning against the railing along the hall. He was back in the gray sweatpants from before but was also wearing a plain black hoodie with a white T-shirt sticking out from beneath the hem. He’d also put on socks.
His hair was still damp, though, and completely disheveled. The aversion he had to combing his hair was so strong I was beginning to think it was some kind of rebellion.
“I see you still don’t own a brush,” I said, moving past him down the hall.
I didn’t look back to see if he followed, and I also didn’t go back toward his room. Instead, I went toward the stairs, planning to rejoin the team. I didn’t want to. But again, wants and needs.
His warm hand curled around the back of my upper arm, the touch so gentle it rattled my heart. “Can we talk?”
This man was going to be my undoing. Of everything I survived, this would be the one thing to take me out.
“We aren’t so good at talking,” I said, meaning to sound more aggressive, instead just coming off as resigned.
