“Hands. Down.” I cleaned her face and applied pressure with the cool cloth against the top of her nose.
She was stiff as a rock. “Relax. You’re fine. And I’m covered, for the most part, so you can open your eyes.”
Brown eyes landed at my damp chest and she released a breath, her body slouching against me then jerked with a small yelp.
I looked down at my terrycloth covered cock which was pointed toward her. “Sorry about that,” I whispered with a small chuckle, knowing her anxiety over certain male organs.
I had one hand around her jaw, holding her up and the other over her nose. Her long lashes fluttered against my palm.
Removing the washcloth, I eyed her nose and dropped it into the trash.
Harper looked up at me like she didn’t want to move. And I wondered if she had any clue as to which twin I was.
“Harper?”
“Yes.”
“I kind of have to call attention to the fact that you’re not wearing any pants.”
She stepped back. “I just threw on my overcoat and stepped out for some air when the rain stopped. I actually forgot I wasn’t wearing any. But…” she looked at the towel around my waist, “I don’t feel so underdressed right now.”
“Come on.” I took her hand and led her out of the bathroom. “Sit down, keep your head up and no sudden movements for a few minutes, I think I can find you some pants here.” I checked the dresser drawers and found nothing but old blankets and hoodies.
“Do you think it’s broken?” Harper's voice was nasal as she pinched the top of her nose staring at the ceiling.
“Let me see.”
I moved to stand over her and swiped a finger gently along the length. “Does that hurt?”
“No,” she breathed against my skin.
“Good.” My hand dipped down to her jaw and my thumb brushed her bottom lip like it had a mind of its own.
When she moved her chin to brush her lips against my fingers, I stepped closer and leaned down, kissing the bridge of her nose. “What about this?”
She grinned. “No.”
“Good. I have one more question.” I waited until her eyes met mine. “Were you hoping to find me here tonight?”
“Maybe.”
I should have been disappointed. Because whether she thought I was Troy or if she knew I was me, it was disappointing. She shouldn’t want to be with Troy. He didn’t deserve her.
But I could. If I were honest with her. If I did this right, I could deserve her.
She blushed and moved her chin down, now eye level where my towel rested over my hips. “The rest was just a bonus.”
“Is that so?”
She pressed her lips together and nodded. “What were you doing…in the shower when I walked in?”
A low grunt escaped. “Don’t ask me that.”
Cool fingers grazed my skin just above the towel before tugging at it.
I grasped her wrist and pulled her up from the bed. “Harper.”
“What were you doing?” she asked again.
