Ethan Cotter
"Towels are in there." Ethan points at the linen closet on the far left of the room. "And
you'll find shampoo, conditioner, and soap in the shower."
He lingers in the open doorway, watching her. The wolf in him inhales her arousal, which
kicks up his libido another few notches.
"Can I get you anything else?"
"Uhm, nope." She shakes her head. "I think I'm all set."
"I left a T-shirt and a pair of boxers on the counter." He points in the general direction.
"When you're done, I'll show you where the laundry room is located."
"Okay. Thanks." She closes the door, shutting him out, and then lock engages.
Ethan lingers. He leans against the door, listening.
Her footsteps softly drum against the floor, and he wonders if she's already peeled off her
wet clothing.
The spray of the shower water mutes her movements, so he makes his way into the living
room and plops on the couch.