Bonnie turned her head lazily, but the moment her gaze landed on him, the sleepiness vanished from her eyes.
Standing before her was a tall, lean Derek with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was still damp, and droplets of water trickled down from the tips.
His soft black hair fell slightly over his forehead. Beneath it, his dark eyes and pale skin glowed under the light, giving him the gentle, striking beauty of someone still touched by youth.
Her eyes followed one droplet as it slid from his hair, over his sharp collarbone, down his toned chest and sculpted abs, trailing along the lines of his V-cut before disappearing beneath the towel.
She swallowed hard.
Derek walked toward her, unhurried, his eyes never leaving her face. His voice was calm and warm.
"Will you help me dry my hair, Bonnie?"
She was still half-asleep, and seeing him like that only made her head spin more. She nodded without hesitation.
"Okay."
