Zoe POV

James's body presses even closer, his chest now flush against me so I can feel the heat of him through the towel, can feel every breath he takes and his rapid heartbeat, and I know he's jealous.

I can read it in his tension, in the way his arms have come around me possessively, in the edge in his voice, and part of me—a small, secret part—feels pleased.

He cares enough to be jealous.

Instead of answering directly, I turn ...