“Oh,” Belle taps my thigh.

“No,” I whisper to her. My eyes roaming the room, keeping my gaze anywhere but on Adrian.

My efforts go out the window when he sets the glasses on the counter, and slides the wet shirt off him, leaving nothing to the imagination. I bite on my tongue, so hard I see taste metallic tang, but it's with it. Adrian was invariably good looking but now, he's hotter, now. His abs speak for themselves. A language I'm dying to discover.

“No Camilla.” I tell ...