Page 52 of When The Noise Stops

I rushed into the RV while Ronny got the stuff from the car.

I pushed the bathroom door open.

And got the surprise of my life.

Knox.

Naked.

He had one hand on the shower head and the other hanging at his side. Water ran down the scar on his back. Water ran down his perfectly rounded ass. Water ran down everything else.

I gasped.

He spun around. My eyes immediately went where they wanted to be.

It was big.

I stared.

He froze.

The only sound was the water hitting tile.

His eyes met mine. Neither of us spoke. His jaw flexed.

A drop of water ran from his throat to his chest, and I tracked it like it had asked me to. I almost asked him could I catch it with my tongue.

"Lila," he called my name.

I blinked. Heat climbed my neck that had nothing to do with the steam.

"Wrong door," I said.

It was the right door; the shower and the toilet occupied the same space.

What are you doing in my bathroom? You're too rough for this, you claimed.

He opened his mouth to say something, and I was sure it wasn't to answer my question. My eyes went back to his penis.

I stepped back. I didn't look down again because I had already looked enough.

I left the RV, forgetting I had to pee.

When I came out, Ronny was waiting by the stuff.

"You look like you saw God."

I didn't see God, but I saw what one of God's favorites looks like without his clothes.

Ronny's mouth dropped open.

"Grizz?"

"Every blessed inch."

"How blessed?"

I grabbed her arm.