Cheeks flushing adorably, she tossed my clothes at me. My hands had been behind me as I’d lounged against the counter and surprise flashed over me as she caught me off guard. I struggled to catch the mess while Kiera said, “Anna’s awake and getting ready to come out here. Can you get dressed please?”

That last part had oozed longing, and so did her expression as she eyed my back while I set my clothes on the counter. When she bit her lip, clearly distracted by me, I couldn’t not tease her. “You sure?”

She glanced back at the bedrooms, maybe gauging how much time we had. “Yes,” she said, still sounding reluctant.

With how much Kiera was enjoying inspecting me, I really didn’t care if Anna did come out here. Somehow, our sweet, tender moment of nakedness in the shower hadn’t been enough for Kiera. Maybe it was because she was dressed now, or maybe it was because the bathroom had a certain private feel to it, like her bedroom, or maybe it was simply because she really did have a thing for me being wet and she just couldn’t take it anymore. Whatever the reason, my body was doing more for her now than it had all morning. I didn’t want to hasten her eye-fucking me, but I supposed I did need to get dressed at some point.

Loving what this was going to do to her, I unhooked my towel and let it fall to the floor. Her eyes instantly widened, like she’d never seen me naked before. It was enough to turn me on a little, especially when her cheeks started blazing with color. I had to shake my head at her reaction; we’d literally spent all morning naked together.

I lengthened the tease by getting dressed as slowly as possible. The look on her face shifted between annoyance that I was taking so long, sadness that I was getting dressed at all, and genuine appreciation for all the genes I’d been blessed with. I was going to have to remind her about this moment the next time she tried to get dressed underneath a towel. I don’t think so, Kiera.

When I was finished, she gave me a sad smile as she wrapped her arms around my neck. “I’m gonna miss you,” she murmured.

Her words squeezed my chest, bringing that familiar ache back to the surface. “I’m gonna miss you too.” So much.

She leaned up to kiss me, and I lost myself in the tenderness. An amused voice snapped me out of it. “Damn it, was he in a towel?”

I looked up to see Anna pointing at the towel I’d discarded. I smirked at her comment while Kiera laid her head on my chest. “Yes, sorry, you missed the peep show.”