I couldn't tear my eyes from him and he wasn't budging either. Suddenly, my almost naked state made me feel shy, which was quite weird. I had never been shy with my body around a guy. Although I had never been almost naked in front of Nolan. Each drop of water that fell from my damp hair and down my neck made me crave a touch that wasn’t from the water. If I had closed my eyes, I would have been able to picture Nolan's fingertips brushing along my skin, eliciting a moan from me instead of droplets of water. But I kept my eyes wide open and my arms tight around me to keep my towel from falling. "I'm almost naked," I pointed out again, sure that he was out of his mind. Or maybe he didn't give a shit about me and didn't even feel like I was a woman at all. It would be so mortifying. As if it wasn't enough that he rejected me when I kissed him. His eyes left my face briefly, but long enough to burn a hot trail down my body.
