Chapter 48

He opens it once he pulls the pants on and stops to talk to whoever is on the outside, keeping it closed enough to conceal the bedroom, conceal me in stages of undress. I can only hear mumbles. I wait with my towel around me, unsure if I should dress, unsure if he'll come back to what we were doing. My body feels like liquid, I'm sure if I look in the mirror I'll be glowing and flushed and showing signs of having been ravaged. I'm breathless as hell and overheated. He laughs, and it catches my attention. I love his laugh, it's so deep and carefree and male, yet there's a hint of boyishness to his normally husky tone when he laughs. I could close my eyes and listen to it forever. He shuts the door and turns around to see where I've gone, his gaze returning to lust when he catches me still draped in my skimpy covering. I'm surveying my clothes in the open cupboard in a bid to decide if I'm to get dressed or get back on the bed. He inhales deeply as though trying to calm his