Brooke closed the distance between them. Her face was just centimeters away now. She reached up and held his chin with her thumb and index finger. "Next time, stay." She stepped out of the tub and left the room, leaving him standing there in wet boxers and a towel.

He stood dumbfounded. She wanted it. He shook his head to clear the thoughts away and finished drying. He donned fresh clothing before stepping out of the bathroom. Both women sat at the table eating their oatmeal ...