Sandy's POV
The word dies on my lips before I can finish asking what he's doing here. Charles moves closer, and my breathing catches as his bare skin touches my back.
I swallow hard and step forward. The warm water makes my thoughts hazy, and every nerve in my body comes alive under his proximity.
"Is this how you planned to live after turning down what I offered?" Charles's voice is rough as he closes the distance again.
A tremor runs through me. I sink my teeth into my lip as heat spreads low in my stomach.
"Charl—"
"This close." He leans forward, bracing his hands against the wall and trapping me between his powerful arms.
My mouth goes dry. I raise my hands to cover my bare chest while he brings his lips near my ear. The large mirror ahead shows me everything—the intensity in his eyes, the way his mouth curves, the tight line between his brows.
"They came this close." His words are barely a whisper.
