Chapter 60
Nolan
"Maybe because I just took a bath," Jack says, one eyebrow raised as he grabs another towel and rubs it through his hair, water still dripping down his neck.
I shut the photo book he left open on the desk and slide it aside. It's nearly full already, stuffed with shots of Lanny, Ciel, and...me.
"What are you doing in my room anyway?" Jack asks, voice casual, like he doesn't notice my heartbeat in my throat.
"I came to talk to you," I say, standing straighter than I mean to.
"Uh-huh." He doesn't even look at me, rummaging through his wardrobe.
"About what we talked about the other night," I add.
"Sure." He finds a pair of briefs, slips them on, and—God help me—drops the towel without hesitation. My eyes betray me instantly. The bulge is distracting. Too distracting.
I snap my head away, heat climbing my neck.
"Are you not wearing more?" I demand when he hops onto the bed, settling right in the center like it's his throne.
