Caspian
I sat on the bed, fiddling with the buttons on my pajamas. The sound of the shower cut off, and I knew Ava was done. We'd eaten and drunk our fill at the party, so dinner wasn't on our minds. I arranged the bed and lay down, closing my eyes. Sleep seemed like a good idea, especially with the next day's work and unfinished business at the golf field looming.
Just as I was drifting off, I heard my name. "Caspian." Ava's voice was soft.
I opened my eyes to find her standing in front of me, wearing my white towel. It looked really short on her and those fresh, fair thighs. Damn it! What's wrong with you, Caspian Wright?
"Are you going to keep staring?" she asked, making me leave the world of my deep reverie. "Can you help with something for me to wear?"
I stood up, opened my wardr
