Storm was silent for a considerable period of time. Storm gave me a blank look. His eyes traveled from head to toe, passing over my face, down my neck, across my shoulders, over my legs, and down to my toes before doing it all over again. He gave me many long looks, both up and down.
I stared at him while holding my towel across my chest. The storm that was in front of me appeared to have not changed at all.
The tan complexion and curling hair were still there, both shining. The bulky white garment that concealed strong biceps that could instantly crush me was still there. I still wanted to light myself on fire when I smelled it. I groaned and unconsciously leaned back against the door.
