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She undressed quickly and grabbed her towel. Her ensuite only had a tub so she headed towards the main bathroom down the hall.
As soon as she walked through the door, she slammed into something hard. It was Noah.
The air was streamy and he was leaning against the sink, his face half covered in shaving cream. He had just come out of the shower, and his towel was wrapped lowly on his waist.
Dammit.
Sophie tucked her own towel more tightly over her chest. “Sorry, I was just going to shower.”
Why had he chosen to shower in this bathroom? He never normally used it.
“Yeah sorry, I was having an issue with my shower. I hope you don’t mind.”
“This is your apartment; you don’t have to apologize.”
She turned to leave.
“I’ll be done in a sec, if you want to wait.”
“Sure,” she responded.
“You know you don’t need to call it my apartment. You live here too.”
In a smooth motion he slid the razor down his face, causing water droplets from his hand to fall onto his chest.
Sophie’s eyes snagged on his abs. “Yeah, I know. I just…”
This wasn’t helping anything. She should have turned around and left when she saw him. Why did he have to look so good?
She blinked, trying to find her sentence again but caught his eyes in the mirror. Her cheeks heated. Noah had caught her staring.
He pretended not to notice, rinsing his razor and repeating the same process as before, but she saw the knowing sparkle in his eyes.
“So, how are you doing?” he asked casually.
She became very conscious then that they were both naked beneath their towels. Only a slight tug of the wrist would leave them both exposed. It thrilled her more than she cared to admit.
“Fine. I’ve been a little tired lately, but it seems to be a pretty common pregnancy symptom. You?”
“Pretty good,” he told her. “Other than the tiredness, though, everything’s okay?”
Normal conversation felt odd. It did not match the mood she was in, the thoughts running rampant in her remind. That ache between her legs was building again. Sophie lowered her towel slightly, easing her grip to expose more of her cleavage.
“Yeah, for the most part.” She brushed past him as he ducked his head towards the sink to rinse his face. She began rooting through the drawers, retrieving one of her nail files.
Noah patted his face dry with a towel. Sophie pretending to fix a corner of her nail, she felt his eyes on her breasts as she slowly filed back and forth.
“Is there anything you need?” he asked.
“Not that I can’t think of.”
He eyed her skeptically. “What is it?”
Sophie hoisted herself onto the counter, being careful to keep her towel in place. The towel slid higher up her thighs as she sat.
His eyes flickered only for a second. He came closer to her, real concern on his face now. His towel pressed against her calf.
“Nothing you can give me,” she replied, focusing on her nail.
