Robyn
I couldn’t help but wish that we had a shower like the one at the Grand Hotel, the one that was big enough to host a whole basketball team, with heads that sprayed in every conceivable direction. But alas, our bathroom upstairs was of the ordinary variety, with a regular, standard-sized bathtub. I had already experienced the slight awkwardness of sharing the small space with Jack. He was so tall that he had to bend down to get his head fully under the spray, and we had done an awkward little dance to switch places every time one of us needed to get in the water. Not that I was complaining but… I had my doubts about how sexy we could manage in that particular shower space.
But, I should have learned, never underestimate Jack Williams.
He pulled me into the bathroom and shut t
