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With a towel around his strong, tapered waist, Jett rests his hands on the quartz counter in front of him, head hung between his massive shoulders. My stomach tingles before it drops just slightly, realizing the image I’m looking at seems to have a deeper meaning.

The deepness of his breath, how he’s rooted in his stance. I feel bad for stealing a glimpse of his personal moment, but it’s too mysterious to peel away from.

Unable to help myself, I bring my knuckle to the door, knocking softly.

When the sound echoes, Jett’s head pops up, brow furrowed, and a worry that doesn’t usually live with him barely crosses his features before they light up for me.

“Hi,” I say, out of breath.

His dimple deepens. “Didn’t know I was supposed to be putting on a show.”

I give a flirty laugh as his pointer curls in my direction, instructing me forward, though gravity was leading me there anyway.

Against his damp body, Jett pulls me into him.

I gasp at his strength.

“I didn’t see much, promise.” I giggle, feeling the unfamiliar swarm everyone who’s experienced love talks about.

Could that be what this feeling is?

I press my unidentified thoughts to a faraway place as I look up into his deep brown eyes.

“You can always watch.”

“Don’t tempt me,” I tease.

“Have to give you a dose of your own medicine.”

Between us, something passes, something that feels far from fake.

“You okay?” I ask quickly, phrasing it as merely a check-in, but after what I just saw, it feels like it needs to be more.

“That’s a very girlfriend thing to ask.” Jett smiles as my chest loosens.

“Fulfilling my duty.” I shrug.

“Yeah, baby, I’m good. You okay? How was meeting with Haven?”

“It was good. I’ll have to tell you later, though. I’m meeting Sienna for dinner in an hour.”

Sad to leave his arms, I wiggle from his grasp, though not without many giggles and a play fight. Leaving the bathroom, Jett’s back quickly in a pair of boxers; the residual water droplets falling from his chest look almost as good as the ink on it.

“Now, you’re going to have to slow your roll, baby. I’m a needy man. I can’t share you with everybody.”

Nothing restricting lingers in his tone. It’s purely playful, but it oddly makes me excited that he’s always so interested in being around me, in keeping me for longer than just a night.

“Should’ve picked a girl you can tame then, Parker.” I wink, changing into a pair of white patchwork sweats and a matching tank.

Jett laughs and watches as I finish brushing the knots from my hair, slapping on some mascara.

By the time I’m finished, he waits for me, statuesque in the doorway.

“Don’t tease me if you aren’t prepared to come home and play, Sofia baby.”

Lifting onto my toes, I plant a light kiss to his cheek.

“You don’t know me after a few margaritas. Better watch yourself.”