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.

the door behind him. Timothy heard the click and furrowed his

he tried to shake the thought, the image of those pale, endless legs kept

had been over a month since

Annoyed, he lit a

smoked one. Then another.

the ache in his

she revealed a glimpse of

The heat surged back.

Timothy pushed himself upright and moved behind her, slipping his arms around

lips brushed her neck, feather-light, barely

faint, smoky

and tried to pull away, his kisses had grown

electricity shot to her core, radiating

her no chance to resist, and captured her lips with

a muffled protest, Jessica could

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

against his chest, muscles trembling, as if she

hands in his, pinning them above her head against the

Jessica's face burned scarlet.

alive in

the bathroom, he'd played the gentleman, dropping off her things and walking away. She never expected him to lose control like