Ashley POV

Jayden had already picked up his shirt and folded it on the nightstand to the left by the time I reached the door. For a moment, I let myself admire his muscular body, illuminated by the city lights. His bare arms and back arched and relaxed as he moved. His dark brown hair fell into his eyes, covering his forehead and eyebrows, and he flicked his head slightly to the side to keep his fringe from showing. His mouth was barely open as he focused on his task.

And then he glanced over his shoulder, staring at me.

Oh, shoot! I gasped. I hadn't meant to stare at...