Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 44127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
I smile a small, tight smile, blushing. “Thank you, Principal Kane,” I say softly. “For… I mean… for all of it.”
He just nods, his eyes locking with mine and making my breath catch.
“How about we keep ‘Principal Kane’ for school and you can just call me Colton.”
I smile, heat teasing through my cheeks. “Colton. Thank you.”
“Of course. Take all the time you need. I’ll be downstairs when you’re done. And then we can figure this shit—” he clears his throat. “We’ll figure this out.”
I nod, and when he steps out and closes the door, I realize I’ve been holding my breath. I let it out in a rush, shivering and feeling a heat creep through me. I turn, looking at myself in the mirror and cringing at the smudged eyeshadow and smeared makeup.
Wow, great. I get rescued by the super-hot, super growly older guy I’ve been crushing on for forever, and I look like a hot mess. Perfect.
I drop the blanket and blush at the sight of the lingerie. I quickly peel it off, and when I open the door to the shower, hot steam billows out and over me. The water is hot enough to make me gasp and then melt under it, closing my eyes and letting the heat sink into my skin and muscles, erasing the night I just had.
I reach for the body wash, which slips out of my hands to the shower floor. I swear, and I bend down for it, when suddenly, that feeling of faintness from before washes over me. I gasp, black spots dotting my vision, and before I know it, I’m flailing as the ground comes up to whack me in the head.
I groan, blinking as stars flash through my vision. The door to the bathroom slams open, and I gasp as Colton comes rushing in.
“Brynn!”
I curl up, wrapping my arms around myself as he swings the shower door open. His eyes slide over me, and something wild burns in them as he takes one half second to drink me in before he tears his eyes away. He grabs the towel from the hook and covers me with it, stepping under the spray of water himself to pick me up and wrap me tighter in the towel.
“I—I don’t know what happened,” I murmur, frowning and rubbing the bump on the back of my head. “I think I just lost my balance.”
“You’ve had a wild night,” he says gently. “Could be shock or adrenaline.”
He pulls back, his eyes blazing into me full of concern and tenderness, and I swallow thickly as heat teases over my skin.
“You…” I shake my head. “Colton, you don’t have to do any of thi—”
“Yes, I do,” he growls.
The bathroom goes quiet but for the sound of the water pelting down over us, his eyes burning into mine as he towers above me, holding the towel around me. His white dress shirt clings to him transparently, molding itself over every single inch of his muscled body and giving me a glimpse of tattoos on his chest and shoulders that I’d never have imagined he had. Water pours down both of us, standing barely a foot apart—his shirt and jeans clinging wetly to him, my towel sopping wet around me.
The moment hangs, both of us just looking at each other in silence, my heart racing and heat teasing through me before he eventually clears his throat.
“I’ll be outside.”
I nod, swallowing as I force a smile to my lips. Colton steps out of the shower, dripping wet as he reaches for another towel to hang on the hook outside the shower door. He glances at me, those blue eyes flashing, before he steps out and closes the bathroom door.
My breath comes out in a whoosh, and my skin tingles with heat from more than just the water. I close my eyes, my heart racing at, well, everything that’s happened tonight. But mostly, what’s happened with him. For a second, I allow myself another fantasy. I allow myself to image he didn’t just leave the shower. And when I slide the sopping wet towel from around myself and drape it over a hook in the shower, I imagine it’s him peeling it away from me and letting his eyes drink all of me in.
My principal saw my tits tonight.
I blush at the memory, but at the same time, there’s this naughty, illicit thrill that teases through me. I bite my lip, feeling a pulse of heat pool between my thighs before abruptly, I stop. I frown, opening my eyes and shaking my head.
Get your shit together.
I wash off quickly, ignoring the thoughts that try and force their way to the front of my mind as I rinse off and turn the water off. I step out and dry off with the super cozy towel before I pull on the clothes he left for me. I look in the steam-proof mirror and giggle at how ridiculous I look. The t-shirt is so baggy it might as well be a sleeping bag, and the shorts look like they’re more like boxers, with the legs so wide I could probably fit both of mine in one of them.