SILAS’S POV

 

Water fell down my back, cold as ever--I ran my hands through my hair, spreading the shampoo through. 

 

It had been a long day.

 

A damn long day.

 

I was worried for nothing.

 

The woman was all concerned about me getting married.

 

Married!

 

I chuckled, scrubbing through my scalp--my eyes closed as a memory of a certain brown eyed woman pulling at my hair flashed through my head.

 

Imogen.

 

My jaw clenched and my breathing became labored.

 

Fuck!

 

She was not even here--just a memory of her, a wisp, a scent, anything was enough to make me feel like some horny teenager again.

 

With a growl, I scrubbed...