Chapter 172

After I come out of the shower, wrapping a towel lowly around my waist, I see Shayla walk into the bedroom. She stops when she sees me in just a towel wrapped loosely around my waist. Her eyes slowly skim over my wet torso, her head tilted to the side, a dreamy look in her eyes. I smirk and brush my fingers through my hair, deliberately flexing my muscles, and she bites her bottom lip.

I stroll over to her, and Shayla blinks, snapping out of her stupor, looking at me when I hold her chin, tilting her head back a little to gaze deeply into her eyes. "Like what you see, sweetheart?" I drawl huskily. Shayla licks her lips, clearing her throat.

"I mean..." She breathes, swallowing hard. "It's not a bad sight to walk into."

I smirk and lean in closer till our noses were touching. "Is that right?" I whisper, brushing the back of my fingers along her jaw. "You're not a bad sight yourself," I tell her, ghosting my lips over hers, and she sighs. Then, just as I'm about to ki