Countdown to My Divorce

After Rachel left, Tyler tapped Ray’s nose.

“You were way too clingy just now. What, I don’t deserve a little dignity?”

Ray whimpered and laid at Tyler’s feet. His pitiful eyes brimmed with innocence.

Rachel stepped out of the bathroom. Her fingertips were still wet. She flicked the water off and casually asked, “Mr. Hunt, your bathroom doesn’t even have a towe”

Mid–sentence, she looked up and spotted Tyler with his back furried toward her. He was in nothing but his underwear. His skin was smooth over toned muscle, and the raw masculinity made her jaw drop.

She had seen his body before, but somehow it still managed to take her breath away every time.

Tyler turned around when he heard her voice.

“There’s no towel. Can’t you just use a tissue?”

Still stunned, Rachel only now snapped her mouth shut after hearing his voice.

“Oh, right. Sure.”

She walked over to the table, pulled a couple of tissues from the box, and wiped her hands. She then glanced at him.

you take all your

“Didn’t you tell me

didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “I told you to take off your shirt, not

the shirt.” Tyler said this with absolute confidence like he had

exhausting enough, never

picked up the ointment from the table and stood

“Turn around.”

turned his back

bloody bandage and tossed it in the trash. The wound across his back was split open

felt goosebumps all over her body. But she took

ointment before wrapping fresh gauze around

wrap it around from behind

Tyler didn’t think much of it. But then he suddenly felt something soft press against his lower back. His

noticed the tension. “What’s wrong? Did

deeper and raspier “No. Just back off a little. You’re too close.

Rachel echoed

how close she had been pressed up against him. Her cheeks turned red in

“Okay.”

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