Sara whined like a puppy. Jared will never know how strongly she considered stealing the towel around his waist. He smiled, sat on the side of the bed next to her, and started drying his hair on the towel around his neck.“You want me to do that for you?”“No!” Jared said hastily. “My self-control is already shot. I don’t need motivation.” He finished drying his hair and pulled out a pair of jeans and a dark pullover shirt. “Now, are you going to turn around and let me get dressed like a good girl, or do I have to go back in the bathroom to change?”Sara laughed and rolled away from him. She sighed. “Get dressed.”“How do I know you won’t roll over before I’m decent?”“You don’t. I guess that’s just a chance you’ll have to take. Either you trust me – or you don’t.” Sara heard his belt rattling and after that a zip. He trusted her.“All right – you can turn back over. What do you want to do for dinner tonight? Do you want me to help you downstairs, or have the cook bring us something up?”Sara sighed again.
