The steam rose like a veil around her, curling in soft ribbons that clung to her damp skin. Jasmine had just leaned back, closing her eyes for a moment's peace, when the heavy creak of the door made her heart leap to her throat.
She turned, startled, water dripping down her arms as her eyes met his.
Xaden.
For a heartbeat, neither of them moved. His tall frame filled the doorway, shoulders taut, jaw rigid, his gaze fixed as though he had stumbled upon a vision he wasn't prepared for.
Jasmine's breath caught. She could feel the heat of the water against her body, but it was nothing compared to the blaze of his eyes as they locked onto her.
Her hands flew instinctively to cover herself. "Oh my God!" Her voice cracked, part fury, part panic.
She was angry with herself.
That after everything.
After all the terrible things that he had done to her, her body still reacted to him in such a violent way.
The more she thought of it, the more ashamed she was.
