I slid a hand around my hard cock, picturing her mouth around it. Her brown eyes looking up at me in that bedroom like she wanted me. It had to all be in my head.

It was Troy she wanted.

Stroking myself wasn’t going to be nearly as satisfying as touching her one more time. But I did it anyway. Standing under the spray, I pulled at it in long, hard strokes as I pictured her on her knees in here with me, my hand fisting her hair, guiding her. My breathing became shallow and I squeezed and pumped, feeling myself on the verge—until I heard something outside the foggy glass shower door. I shoved one door aside, immediately making out the person standing in the steam-filled room.

Harper’s bottom lip dropped and her eyes washed down my wet body. My cock still hard as fuck. I knew when she reached it by the high pitch of her shriek before she covered her eyes.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know anyone was in here.” With both hands still covering her eyes, she spun and barely took one step before hitting the edge of the door frame hard. “Ow.”

It was a muffled yelp and I jumped out of the shower. “Jesus Christ, Harper.” Grabbing a towel and throwing it around my waist, I stepped over to her. My hands covering hers as she held them tight around her eyes and nose.

“Harper, put your hands down.”

She only lifted them slightly to look at her palms. “Oh my God.”

When I saw the blood trickling down her nose and all over her hands, I pulled her over to the sink and reached for a washcloth. I ran cold water over it quickly and lifted her chin. Her eyes still shut tight.

“I can do it.”

“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.”