Chapter 64

• I wanted him, didn't he see that? Didn't he smell my arousal, my scent, my wetness? I glared at the door he just left out from.
• Quickly washing my hair like I had his, I rinsed it out in record timing, stepping out of the tub like he had, draining it, and grabbing a towel for myself before trailing after him. He was fully clothed when I got into the room. He was just drying his hair, meeting me eye to eye with that
• same sexy, saddistic smirk I loved oh-so-much. But I glared. "Why'd you do that?" I snapped. He shrugged, smirk still in place. "Do what?" he asked in an innocent