CHAPTER 12.
Sheila.
The sun was already in the sky when I finally woke up from my sleep. I groaned as I sat up, the pain in my bones still as sharp as ever and my head was pounding. I pressed my hands against my forehead as I laid back.
Where was I?
I heard the shower door open and I saw Dylan step out with a towel wrapped around his waist. My eyes roamed his bare chest down to his torso and then I saw the tent in the towel.
My mind went back to the events of last night when he drove me back to his house and I snapped my eyes away from his body. I was still a little bit shy in his presence.
"Look at me, love. I love the way you were eating me up with your eyes, and that is a very valid reason for me to get turned on." His gaze was intense as he spoke.