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Chapter 17

Sanya
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sigh when I hear the shower start. This is going to be a long weekend. My
heart rampages in my chest, and my hormones beg me to follow him into the
shower. His body is amazing, and I want nothing more than to be all over it. I
imagine myself soaping him up; a specific hairless part of his body comes into mind.
I almost got to see it live and in person until he remembered I was there.
I felt a combination of relief and sorrow when he disappeared into the
bathroom. I want him so bad I am shaking. I pull the pillow over my head and
scream out my sexual frustration. I jump off the bed and grab the room key. I
march right to the front and request two more rum punches. I come back in time
to see Henry emerge from the bathroom. He floats on a cloud of steam, his body is
still damp, his wet hair is slicked back, his skin is rosier from the heat, and the white
towel clings to his waist.

I fight the urge to run out again; I take a gulp of rum punch instead. He studies
me, but I cannot read his face. I raise up my hand.
“Got you one, too.”

“Thank you,” he acknowledges with a soft smile.
He turns his back to me and digs through his bag for clothes. Then, my world
slows down; he opens his towel and does the Zestfully clean shimmy before
dropping the towel. His bare ass is perfectly sculpted muscle. I look to the ceiling
trying to figure out what I’ve done to be tortured so thoroughly. I take another
long sip of my drink and busy myself with deciding which outfit I will wear to
dinner in an hour. I will put more effort in my look for Henry.