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“Decently naked, yeah.”

My blush somehow deepens even more.

“I—I was bringing you dinner. My mother…” I swallow, still shaking from what I just saw. “I’m gonna go.”

“Nah, hang on. Hang on. Pass me that towel over there and we can talk.”

I swallow. “Where?”

“It’ll be substantially easier if you open your eyes.”

I crack a small smile, and facing away from him, I open my eyes.

“Right there, draped over the chair.”

I nod and grab it, and then I start to walk backwards towards him. Gabriel starts to chuckle, and I sigh.

“I wouldn’t have to do this if you were wearing clothes, Mr. Marsden,” I say tightly.

He snorts. “Mr. Marsden? What is this, math class?”

“Fine, Preacher Gabriel.”

“Just Gabriel, okay?”

I nod and shove my arm back, towel in hand. I shiver when I feel his warm, wet fingers brush mine as he takes it from me.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” I breath. I swallow thickly as I hear the sloshing sound of him getting out of the tub, and then a click. The gentle bubbling sound from before goes quiet.

“What were you doing?”

“Relaxing in my hot tub.”

I snort. “Your hot tub?”

“Yeah, my—you can turn around, you know.”

“Are you decent now?”

“I’m pretty decent naked, to be honest.”

I groan and feel my face burning hot. “Are you clothed, Gabriel?” I say tersely, doing everything in my power to forget the sight of his… um, all of him. It’s not working.

“I’m wearing a towel over my no-no parts, if that’s what you’re asking.”

I snort a giggle, and immediately turn bright red. Gabriel chuckles.

“Seriously, you can look.”

Slowly, not quiet believing him, I turn. Instantly, I suck in a breath of air, and my pulse thuds in my ears. Technically, yes, he’s covered. But by covered, I mean he’s got a towel that covers him from well below his navel to about two-thirds of the way down his muscled thighs. I honestly didn’t even know they made towels this small, and my whole face burns before I look up at the roof of the tent.

Gabriel snorts a laugh. “Oh, c’mon, not clothed enough for you?”

“You’re…” I stammer, blushing. “You’re practically naked!”

“By definition, I’m not though. So, you can look.”


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