Jenna Morales.
She was right there, standing at the door in nothing but a loose bathrobe, her hair damp and sticking to her neck. Drops of water clung to her collarbone as they slid down like teasing little trails.
She was definitely naked under there.
"Scott, I finally found you…!"
There was such a relieved smile on her face.
Scott froze.
Jenna… glad to see him? That was a first.
If only he had the luxury to feel touched—his whole body was still vibrating from the need to burst, and every muscle was on edge like he was about to explode any second.
"Uhhh…"
He forced a crooked grin as his brows twitched.
Jenna tilted her head with a raised brow.
"What's with that dumb face? You better not think I'm embarrassed to walk into you naked in a hot tub room. Don't flatter yourself—I'm not impressed."
She closed her eyes with a smug little huff and folded her arms beneath her chest.
Scott stayed dead silent.
