Berry stared at the ceiling for the hundredth time that night. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Theo standing there in just his shorts, water dripping from his hair, that slow smile spreading across his face.

"Get it together," she whispered to herself.

But she couldn't. Her mind kept replaying the moment their faces were inches apart, the way his voice had dropped when he asked if there was something else she needed.

She touched her lips without thinking, then yanked her hand ...