He pulls back, his eyes blazing into me full of concern and tenderness, and I swallow thickly as heat teases over my skin.
“You…” I shake my head. “Colton, you don’t have to do any of thi—”
“Yes, I do,” he growls.
The bathroom goes quiet but for the sound of the water pelting down over us, his eyes burning into mine as he towers above me, holding the towel around me. His white dress shirt clings to him transparently, molding itself over every single inch of his muscled body and giving me a glimpse of tattoos on his chest and shoulders that I’d never have imagined he had. Water pours down both of us, standing barely a foot apart—his shirt and jeans clinging wetly to him, my towel sopping wet around me.
The moment hangs, both of us just looking at each other in silence, my heart racing and heat teasing through me before he eventually clears his throat.
“I’ll be outside.”
I nod, swallowing as I force a smile to my lips. Colton steps out of the shower, dripping wet as he reaches for another towel to hang on the hook outside the shower door. He glances at me, those blue eyes flashing, before he steps out and closes the bathroom door.
My breath comes out in a whoosh, and my skin tingles with heat from more than just the water. I close my eyes, my heart racing at, well, everything that’s happened tonight. But mostly, what’s happened with him. For a second, I allow myself another fantasy. I allow myself to image he didn’t just leave the shower. And when I slide the sopping wet towel from around myself and drape it over a hook in the shower, I imagine it’s him peeling it away from me and letting his eyes drink all of me in.
My principal saw my tits tonight.
I blush at the memory, but at the same time, there’s this naughty, illicit thrill that teases through me. I bite my lip, feeling a pulse of heat pool between my thighs before abruptly, I stop. I frown, opening my eyes and shaking my head.
Get your shit together.
I wash off quickly, ignoring the thoughts that try and force their way to the front of my mind as I rinse off and turn the water off. I step out and dry off with the super cozy towel before I pull on the clothes he left for me. I look in the steam-proof mirror and giggle at how ridiculous I look. The t-shirt is so baggy it might as well be a sleeping bag, and the shorts look like they’re more like boxers, with the legs so wide I could probably fit both of mine in one of them.
I tuck the shirt into the shorts though, trying to make them look at least somewhat flattering before I catch myself.
Great, now I’m preening and primping for my super-hot, twenty-years-older-than-me Principal. I blush, almost wishing I had makeup with me, but that’s downstairs in my purse. Instead, I pull my hair back as much as I can with a hair tie I’ve had around my wrist. I glance in the mirror again, blushing when I see how obvious my nipples are through the shirt. I pick up the pink princess robe and slip it on, and it actually does fit great, so I tie it around myself, take a breath, and step out of the bathroom.
I head back down the staircase he carried me up, back through the house, and into a huge, modern kitchen.
“How’s your head?”
I smile wryly at the sight of him standing there with a mug of something hot in his hands, now wearing slightly baggy grey sweatpants and a perfectly fitting white t-shirt.
…And good lord do they look good on him.
“It’s good, thanks,” I smile, before I blush. “Sorry for, uh… you know.”
He raises a brow, and I bite my lip.
“Flashing you.”
He grins, chuckling lowly. “Hey, nothing I haven’t seen before.”
He freezes the instant he says it, like he’s just realized the implications.
“I…” he frowns. “I didn’t mean you, Brynn, I just mean…” his frown deepens, and I grin.
“You just mean it’s not the first time you’ve seen boobs.”
He grins. “Something like that.”
He gestures at the kettle sitting steaming on the big Wolf Range stove behind him.
“You want some tea or anything?”
“Tea sounds good,” I say quietly.
He nods, turning to pour me a mug before he steps over and passes it my way.