I stepped out of the room, letting the door click shut behind me before exhaling a long breath.
I needed a moment.
Just a moment.
I was usually good at keeping my cool, at staying in control, but spending an entire week in the same room as Rhiannon? That was going to be a problem.
It wasn't that I couldn't handle being around her. I could. I had been handling it. It was just…
I ran a hand through my damp hair, sighing.
It was one thing to flirt, to tease, to push and pull until I had her flustered and fuming—it was another thing to be alone with her, knowing what she looked like under all that attitude and bravado.
Because I had seen her naked before.
I had felt her skin against mine, heard the way her breath caught, the way she whispered my name in the dark.
And now I was supposed to pretend none of that had ever happened?
