Alex
THE CATCH
The happiness from my afternoon with David still lingered long after evening arrived. My body felt pleasantly sore, my muscles relaxed, and my skin still seemed to remember his touch. I had quietly slipped out of the master bedroom while he was asleep, my heart filled with excitement.
Downstairs, the house was unusually quiet. Jordan had gone out for a run, and Marcus was supposedly at the gym. I thought I had enough time to take a shower and compose myself before anyone returned.
I was wrong.
I’d just stepped out of the guest bathroom, towel slung low around my hips, when Marcus appeared at the top of the stairs. His gym bag dropped to the floor with a thud. His eyes raked over me.
“Well, f**k,” he said, voice low and amused. “Caught red-handed. Or should I say freshl
