55.

FELIX.

"You have to stop ruining my clothes." I raise my head, a smile on my face as I watch Brynn emerge from the shower, dressed in my pants and shirt. She slides the shirt over her left shoulder, leaving the first few buttons open and her barely dried hair is gathered to the right, falling over her chest.

"If you’ll look like this every time, then I’m considering making it a habit." I joke as she walks to me. She refused to let me go into the shower with her because she didn’t trust me to try something again and she might have been right.

"I’m serious." She frowns as she stops by the bench, crossing her arms over her chest, and I glance over at the skin peeking underneath. I sigh and pull her hand so she can take the space beside me. "I’m sorry." She doesn’t say a word and drops her hands to her lap.

We sit in silence, and when Brynn lowers her head to run her fingers through her curls, I can’t keep my gaze away.

She has an incredible side profile. Unbelievably beautiful. How can s