He’s standing with his hands linked on top of his head. His eyes cast down, leaning against the wall. “Josh,” I whisper. “What are you doing here?” He looks at me and shakes his head, unable to answer. “Baby answer me?” “Stop calling me that,” he snaps. “No, I told you I won’t.” He swallows and looks down again. It is then I notice I am totally naked. I quickly grab a towel from the rail and wrap it around me. He stills looks down and his hands are still on top of his head, as if he is trying not to touch me, trying to restrain himself. The room is filled with steam, I am dripping wet in a towel and the man I am beyond physically attracted is looking at the floor rather than at me. What’s wrong with this picture? “Josh answer me,” I repeat. His eyes meet mine with a sadness in them nearly breaks my heart. His hands are still linked on top of his head. “I’m not strong enough, I can’t do it.”
