Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 28

Steam swirled through the bathroom as Jessica spun around in alarm, reaching for the towel hanging on the hook.

Her damp hair clung to the porcelain curve of her neck, droplets at the ends trailing down along the delicate lines of her shoulder blades toward the small of her back.

Turning quickly, she pressed the towel to her collarbones with both hands, letting it fall just low enough to cover the tops of her thighs.

Her long legs seemed to glow in the warm golden light-pale, slender, almost luminous.

In that moment, an image flashed through Timothy's mind-those very legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

His stomach tensed involuntarily.

Jessica's wide eyes were misty, lashes beaded with water, their shadows trembling beneath her eyes. She clutched the towel so hard that her knuckles turned a flushed pink, wrinkles bunching along the edge.

The shower continued to rain softly over her, quickly soaking the towel until it clung to her frame, tracing the curve of her chest beneath.

Timothy's gaze swept coldly over the anxious flush in her eyes. His voice was husky, low. "What are you hiding for?"

Jessica's grip on the towel tightened. She had no words.

Timothy, already dressed in his pajamas, tossed his own towel into the laundry basket.

Without another word, he turned and strode out of the bathroom.

tiles, bare feet silent, and locked the door behind him. Timothy heard the click and furrowed his

he tried to shake the thought, the image of those

had been over a month since they'd last

abdomen. Annoyed, he lit a

Then

in his gut refused to

robe, she revealed a glimpse of straight,

The heat surged back.

behind her, slipping his

her neck, feather-light, barely

with the faint, smoky

time she realized what was happening and tried to pull away, his kisses had grown urgent and insistent, scattering across her skin

shot to her core, radiating out until every

her no chance to resist, and captured

muffled protest, Jessica could make no sound

reactions in the quickening of her breath, the way her body tensed

she wanted

her hands in his, pinning them above her head

Jessica's face burned scarlet.

this alive in

in the bathroom, he'd played the gentleman, dropping off her things and walking