Goodbye, Mr. Regret

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.

silent, and locked the door behind him.

shake the thought, the image

had been over a

he lit a

Then another. Then

in his gut

robe, she revealed a glimpse of straight,

The heat surged back.

himself upright and moved behind her, slipping

her neck, feather-light,

the faint, smoky scent

to pull away, his kisses

jolt of electricity shot to her core,

her around, giving her no chance to resist, and

muffled

the quickening of her breath, the way her body

trembling, as if she wanted him gone-

hands in his, pinning them above

Jessica's face burned scarlet.