Rhett wasn't ready for that yet.
Hell, he could barely hold back from going through the door, knocking, and asking her to let him in her heart.
Now, she stood in front of a bedside lamp, strawberry blonde hair damp and let down so long that it was grazing her butt cheeks. The way it cascaded down her body under the dimly lit room made her look like a goddess.
Rhett bit his lip, trying so hard to hold himself back. He wasn't supposed to stare at her nakedness. It was wrong. It wasn't ethical. No, he came to watch her sleep or fully clothed or something – not naked.
He took to gazing at her bed until she was dressed up and he could watch her again. However, what he found made a line appear between his brows.
