"Rena. Don't be like this. We are more than just—"
Before Sidney could finish, his eyes widened, and his words trailed off, making him freeze in place. Serena frowned, confused by his sudden silence, but then something—no, someone—moved behind her.
A hand slid around her waist, pulling her back against a solid chest, and Serena stiffened, blinking as she turned her head. Aiden was standing right there, dripping with confidence… and water. His shirt was hanging open, each button undone, revealing his damp skin along with a few old scratch marks. His hair was still wet, clinging to his forehead as if he'd just stepped out of the shower. Hold up, she thought, blinking in disbelief. I just showered… How did he—
Her mind went from shocked to… well, distracted. He looked like he'd walked straight out of one of those steamy romance novels. Wet, rugged, annoyingly hot. Oh no, brain. Focus!