He inhaled my neck and down to my collarbone like he was testing something, like I was an object left too long on a shelf. Then he pulled back slightly, his brows tightening.

"You probably need a shower."

I hissed under my breath and stepped away from him, whispering, "I wasn't ready for you either."

I turned toward the stairs, already replaying my outing with Jessica and how I'd sleep after having a cold bath.

Then, he said casually

"Someone's coming to see you"

I didn't stop or turn back; I just replied, "Not interested. Too tired for small talk."

"Too bad it can't be shifted. He's almost here", he...