Chapter 56

A towel was wrapped around his hips, but each step revealed the long line of his thigh, and drops of moisture clung to the dark hair that feathered over his pecs. The marks I’d put on his body had darkened as I’d suspected they would, one almost welt-like that bisected his diaphragm—how had I done that?—and I felt guilty.

And then I got pissed. I had no reason to feel guilty. I wasn’t the one who hadn’t called in Four. Fucking. Weeks.

He paused when he saw the lamp on and me sitting up in bed. “I’m sorry I woke you, babe.”

“You were in such a rush to wash my touch off your body?”

“You know if I didn’t have to go to work, I’d lay around the house all day with your scent on me.” Wills didn’t seem to realize I was angry with him all over again. Had he even realized I’d been angry to begin with?

I focused on the first part of his statement, ignoring the last part, and glared pointedly at the clock. “But you don’t have to go to work for almost another three hours.”