I have to get out of here.
I flip the water to be cooler—much cooler—and I turn my back to him, making sure I don't do something stupid like run my hands over his hard, tempting body.
He brushes against me with his... um... lower half, and my knees wobble as he invades my side of the shower.
"Need my shampoo," he says too close to my ear.
I can feel his smile, and his breath slowly slivers down my naked body, touching it in places where I want to feel his skin.
That's it. Tonight ends the drought and the game of cat and mouse. I just have to figure out how to do it and when to talk to him.
After shutting off the showerhead on my side, I step out and take a deep, shaky breath before putting my towel around me. I have no idea why he's taking a shower here, when the party is at his house. Why didn't he just go home to get ready?
His phone rings on the counter, and I glance at it as an instinctive reaction. My heart leaps to my throat when I see Kode's name on the screen.
"Dane, it's Kode."
He pulls back the shower door, not bothering to cover up, and I might look down. Twice. Okay, three times.
"Put it on speaker for me."
I do as he wants, and then I peek over for glance number four. The man really does have the body of Adonis.
"You coming to my party?" Dane asks, stopping my breath.
I should leave, considering this is hi
s conversation, but I can't help it. Kode hasn't spoken to me in so long, and I've been worried to death about him. It's comforting just to hear his voice.
"You in the shower?" Kode asks instead of answering.
Dane rolls his eyes, still not bothering to cover anything up. So... maybe I look again.
"I'm getting ready for the party. Are you coming?"
"Yeah. I was gonna make sure that it's cool with Rain."
I start to speak, but that might be... misleading, given the fact Dane is in the shower, so I nod rapidly. Dane forces a smile while turning back toward the showerhead.
"She misses you. See you there."
"Does she miss me the way I want her to miss me?" Kode asks, surprising me and breaking my heart.
Dane glances toward me, his eyes on me expectantly, and I shake my head no.
"If she doesn't, are you going to hate her for it?"
I swallow hard and turn my attention to the phone, aching for the friend I lost, and hoping he stops loving me the wrong way.
"I can't hate Rain. I'll be there."
The line goes silent, and I make sure the call is ended before I look back toward the shower.
"Thanks," is my simple response to Dane's back.
He shuts the door, as he sucks in a breath.
"Be ready. He doesn't sound like he's done trying."