I turned, one hand still on the doorknob. "I was just going to grab some water."

"Liar." He stretched out his left hand toward me. His eyes were heavy-lidded, barely open, but golden irises still smoldered despite the exhaustion. "Take off that robe."

The fabric slipped from my shoulders and pooled at my feet. I stood there, naked, as his gaze dragged over every inch of me.

"Come here."

As I reached him, he flipped off the duvet I'd so carefully tucked around him moments ago. He lay there ...