Tessa’s pov

“We should go,” I said, still naked under the towel he had wrapped around me.

Marcus nodded but didn’t move right away. He picked my hoodie up off the wet floor, shook the water off as best he could, and held it open.

I dropped the towel and slipped my arms in.

The fabric stuck to my damp skin. He watched my breasts disappear under it and didn’t look away.

“Shorts,” he said, voice low.

I stepped into them without bothering with the racing suit.

It was soaked and useless now. He pulled his own track pants back on, still going commando, and shoved his wet shirt into...