I looked down at my own outfit of skinny jeans, a loose cashmere sweater, and heels and wondered where we’d gotten our wires crossed. “I thought we were going to the Cowboy Museum?” I asked as I stepped aside and let him inside the apartment.He grinned and kissed my cheek, smelling like fresh sweat. “Sorry, the showers were down at the gym. Can I use yours?”I tried not to stare at the muscles encased in the tight shirt as I nodded. “The door to the left.”“I’ll just be a few minutes,” he said, flashing me a grin before rushing off.I tried to occupy myself with a food show on television but my mind kept wandering off to the naked guy in my shower, the water dripping down his olive skin in rivulets as he rubbed his body down with soap…I chastised myself. I had a boyfriend and his name was Seth and he was wonderful and funny. Henry was just taking a shower, like billions of people had done before him. The fact that he was naked in my bathroom at this very moment meant nothing.
