What? I flushed from the idea, shuffling my feet before turning away sharply to grab my clothes, putting some space between us.

I swallowed, gripping my towel tighter. “I should get dressed,” I murmured before turning to face him with my clothes held against my chest.

He blinked, seemingly surprised before he nodded and moved to face the door. He didn’t leave. A small smile grazed my lips.

Tension stayed thick in the air between us but my paranoia was long gone. I quickly changed ...