Jaden took off his shirt, revealing his perfectly toned abs. He squeezed the water out and used it to gently wipe mud from her face. His thumb traced her cheekbone, sending warmth down her thighs. She didn’t move, couldn’t move. She could only stand there spellbound, waiting for the magic to break. “We just have to wait until the storm blows over. There are basic supplies here and secure communication equipment. This should be safe.” A crack of thunder broke into the moment, returning Lauren’s full focus. He might’ve saved them from the storm, but that wasn’t the only thing they were running from. Besides, if she stood there with him any longer, close enough to see his breath ruffle her hair, she wouldn’t be able to resist him. “We’ll see about that.” His hand found hers, and next thing she knew she was being led into a large room. Teal blue paint chipped off plaster walls. The furniture, old and sparse, looked to be original and about as soft as a tree trunk, but it was something.
