“Hey, listen. I had to follow you up here because…” My words die as Bash steps out of the closet, shirtless and utterly distracting. I lick my lips, scanning the hard lines of his chest, and finish in a breathy voice. “Because I needed to get you alone.” His head tilts, then he trails a finger from his torso up to his face. “Gwen, my eyes are up here.”
