*INTIMATE*

Soon, The bathroom door clicked open again, and Lucas walked out, with a damp hair, and a towel slung low around his waist.

Her breath hitched as she stopped applying make up to stare at him. But immediately turned her head away when she caught herself, pretending to fix something imaginary on her lashes. Nope. Not looking.

But she felt him.

She knew he was getting dressed behind her, completely unbothered, while she was actively fighting for her life not to turn around and make ...