Don't tell me you left your room just to come to mine. Miss me that much?"
My mouth opened, but nothing came out. My eyes had already betrayed me. They slipped lower, tracing the gleam of water on his chest, sliding over the sculpted ridges of his stomach. Drops chased one another down the sharp lines of his torso before disappearing beneath the towel sitting far too low on his hips.
Heat rushed to my cheeks. What was I doing? Why couldn't I just look away?
His voice cut clean through the haze. "Turn around."
I blinked, startled, my gaze snapping up to his face. His expression was unreadable, calm and commanding all at once.
"What?" My voice cracked, embarrassingly soft.
"I'm about to change," he said, the words firm but not unkind. "Turn around."
"Oh—sorry," I muttered, spinning on my heel so quickly I nearly tripped over myself. My eyes fixed on the pristine wall in front of me, as though it could swallow me whole and save me from my own humiliation.
