As Kendrick emerges from the bathroom, faint scents of soap and shampoo cloud him. Elodie turns in his direction, her face screaming ready, but as her eyes land on him, her mind goes completely blank.

The warm glow from the evening light dances across Kendrick’s chiseled features, emphasizing the sharp lines on his face. His dark hair is messy, still wet from the shower, water droplets clinging to his eyelashes, neck, and shoulder.

Clad with only a towel around his waist, the soft fabric clinging to his hips and thighs. Elodie swallows hard, has he always looked so damn arousing?

Kendrick's gaze turns to meet Elodie's and her heart explodes,...