Page 70 of Family Bonds- Gabriela & Luca

The same as he did with her coconut shampoo and rose-scented soap. He was going to smell like a chick.

His wrists flicked the water off, the curtain was pushed aside, he reached for the towel and stepped out the minute Gabriela opened the door.

“Hey, don’t you knock?” He dropped the towel in front of him. It wasn’t as if he was at his most impressive just now either.

“Not in my house and I’ve got to pee. Badly. Out.”

“I’m wet.”

Her eyes moved over his chest, to his hands holding the towel over his junk as water dripped on the floor around his feet.

He wrapped the white cotton around his hips while she continued to stare.

“Yes.” Her finger came out and trailed down his chest. “You are. And it’s making me have to go even more.” She shoved him toward the door. “I don’t pee in front of anyone. Out!”

He didn’t have much of a choice when the door shut in his face.

At least his clothes were out here, so he dried off quickly, reached for his underwear and suit pants.

Christ, he hadn’t planned on staying the night and didn’t really want to put a suit back on, but he didn’t have much choice in the matter either.

He was just pulling his shirt across his shoulders when Gabriela came out. She still wore the T-shirt she’d thrown on last night, nothing else under it he’d noticed.

“We can catch the first ferry in an hour if you think you can get to your hotel and check out. I’ll just shower quickly now and come with you. Or we have to wait three hours for the next one and can get some breakfast and chill. Your choice.”

If they rushed, then they could avoid the inevitable conversation a little longer.

Yep, that was his first choice.

Coward, he knew.

“We can try to rush. If we miss it, we get breakfast.”

“I like your thinking,” she said, shutting the door back in his face.

Her closet was off the bathroom, so it wasn’t as if she needed to get anything.

The water turned on and he finished dressing.

She was out in five minutes in leggings and a long cotton shirt.

“You’re fast.”

“Not you,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. “And I like that fact.”

There she was, busting his ass. He knew exactly what she was talking about too.

It wasn’t just the first time last night against her door, but the second time an hour later in her bed.

That once he got it out of his system, he could spend some more time discovering her body.

“I didn’t hear any complaints out of your mouth. Or was that yelling for me to stop when I thought it wasdon’tstop?”

She grabbed his open shirtfront and pulled him closer into her space.

Her minty breath got close to his mouth, she landed a quick kiss, then said, “You know exactly what it was and you’re stressing over a talk. Relax. We’ll have it in the car on the ferry and it won’t kill either of us.”

And there she was, making it easier for him.