**Intimate**

“You just love ordering people around, like you’re any better,” I muttered weakly under my breath, barely loud enough for him to hear. I scooted to the edge of the chair, trying not to let my soaked clothes seep into the fabric.

He didn’t say a word, didn’t even shoot me a glare. Instead, he reached up and grabbed the collar of his white shirt. To my surprise, he peeled it off in one swift motion, skipping the buttons altogether. My eyes betrayed me, lingering as the ...