Page 53 of Only You
“I’m not asking you to apologize.”
“Then what can I do to make things better between us?”
“To start, you could put on some clothes.”
Jack grinned. “I know what’s going on here.”
“You do?” She eyed him warily.
“Yes, and I’m tired of holding it in. The truth is, I had a sexy dream about you because you’re hot, and I’m attracted to you. There, I said it!”
If she gripped the glass any tighter, it would have exploded into a million pieces. As it was, she stood there gaping at him.
“If I had to guess, you’re attracted to me too,” he added.
She stared at him, unblinking, until her vision blurred.
“That’s why things are awkward between us, but it doesn’t have to be this way. If you would admit it, we can move past it. Otherwise, all this sexual tension is going to sit between us like a buffalo in the room.”
“Buffalo?” Kayla scoffed.
“Elephant. Whatever!”
Jack’s chest was heaving, and while he’d been talking, the towel had dipped dangerously lower. Any further, and the elephant’s trunk might show. Confronted with all that damp skin, tousled hair, and passionate soliloquy, Kayla was entranced.
“Kayla? Aren’t you going to say something?” Jack prompted her.
She cleared her throat and was about to speak when the doorbell rang.
