Riley’s pov

He didn’t dodge it, letting it hit his chest. His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, his hair slightly disheveled.

I quickly wrapped my towel around me.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded, clutching the towel tighter, against my chest. “Get out now!”

His gaze swept over me, from my wet hair to my bare shoulders to the towel barely covering me. There was a glint in his eyes.

“Didn’t know you were in here.” He replied in a flat tone but his eyes betrayed him, they were fixed on me.

“I’m in the middle of a shower.” I snapped. “You could have knocked.”

He stepped closer...