Page 12 of Dirty Desires
The water pressure eased up for a moment, and I realized that Ashton was naked right on the other side of that wall. He was in the shower in his room, lathering his muscular body with soap and probably internally berating himself for saying anything to me about how he felt.
I was filled with even more guilt at that thought. Not only had I messed up his gorgeous face, but I had also hurt his pride. I had made him feel like a fool by not saying a word back to him.
It had felt good to me too, to have his arm around me and mine around him. Sparks had been flying through me with us being that close. My body had heated up, and my mind had already been moving ahead to other things.
Perhaps that’s why I couldn’t think of anything to say after he’d told me that. Or maybe I was just one dumb chick who didn’t know how to act when someone said something so sweet to them.
Whatever it was, I was going to fix it. I was going to get dressed, then go find him and tell him that I liked how it felt too and I was just too stupid to know how to put it.
I leaned my back against the tiled wall, knowing he was right behind me on the other side. “Ashton, I’m sorry I’m such an idiot where you’re concerned. I hope you can understand. I hope what I did didn’t ruin whatever it is that you had planned when you thought about us being here this weekend.”
Shutting off the water, I got out of the shower and began to dry off. I could hear the water in the next room go off too. And then I heard a weird yelp. “Fuck me!” Ashton’s voice came through the wall. “I look like I’ve been hit with a baseball bat!”
I wouldn’t say he looked that bad.
