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Yet I can’t help the growing ache between my legs, the raw need to feel his lips against mine one more time.
    Clearing my throat, I turn away and start unpacking my backpack, just to get my mind off what he said. Luckily, I’d had enough time to grab it from my car before we got stuck in the alleyway.
    I pull out a spare shirt, toothpaste and a toothbrush, desperate to freshen up.
    “Mind if I use the bathroom?” I ask shyly, and Dexter nods in the direction of the room. I get up quickly, trying to ignore the heavy thumping of my heart.
    Locking the door behind me, I lean against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall. It’s a good timeout, at least. Maybe it will clear my head a little bit, make me see things more clearly.
    What the hell am I doing?
    I look at my reflection in the mirror, revealing the sad truth. I look horrible. My hair is hanging in limp strands, my eyes are cold, lifeless and tired, and my body is sagging with the stress and exhaustion. I need a quick shower, I decide on a whim, stripping my clothes off until I’m completely naked and feeling more vulnerable than ever.
    Knowing that Dexter is only a door away makes me anxious, but it also makes me horny as hell. I should control my feelings better, otherwise this won’t end well for me. I cannot allow myself to act on these feelings—that would just be yet another stupid decision in the seemingly endless line of them that I’ve been making lately.
    I slip inside the shower, finding a new bar of soap, and I unwrap it, grateful for the small mercy. The shower is weak, but at least the water is warm as I rinse my hair and body. It feels so damn good to wash myself after all that I’ve been through. It refreshes me, starts to make me feel a little more like myself again.
    Once I’m done, I wrap myself in a ragged towel. I leave my hair hanging on my shoulders and spilling down my back, dripping wet. I can’t find a bathrobe, and my clothes are all dirty. Even the shirt that I’d thought was spare was stale smelling, so I’d thrown them all in the sink to soak, without even thinking. I hadn’t considered the fact that I was going to end up with nothing to wear.
    “Shit,” I mutter.
    I bite my lip, unsure of what to do. I don’t want to go out there in just a towel, but I don’t really have much of a choice, and to be perfectly honest, the prospect of being almost naked in front of Dexter excites me.
    Stop it, Willa!
    Shyly, I emerge from the bathroom. Dexter is lying on the bed, flicking through the channels on the small TV and cursing under his breath about the static. My eyes go to his chest right away. He’s stripped off his T-shirt, and his upper body is now in full view. He has a toned chest and abs so ripped they could cut rock. I realize that I’m just standing there staring, but it’s okay, because so is Dexter.
    I can feel his eyes burning my skin as he searches my body. I’ve never been more thankful for a ragged towel; even though it’s threadbare, it’s enormous and covers most of me up. I don’t know how I’d cope if I really was nude right now.
    I let my wet hair fall in front of my face to hide my blush as I head towards him. “Do you have a shirt I could borrow? I’ve put all my stuff in the sink to wash.”
    It feels embarrassing to ask, but I don’t want to be in this towel all night.
    Dexter springs up from the bed, his eyes never leaving my body. He rummages in the closet a second later and hands me a huge T-shirt, one that will probably hang down to my knees. Perfect.
    We face each other, and I can feel my heart beating faster than ever. “Do you mind?” I ask, my voice shaky as his eyes search mine.
    “Do I mind what?” he asks. He’s playing dumb, and we both know it.
    “I’ll go change in the bathroom,” I mumble, but he grabs my wrist before I can leave. His touch is scorching hot on my skin, and a bolt of electricity slams through my system, heading straight between my legs.
    “You can change