Deimon cursed under his breath as cold water pounded down on his back. He could hear Kate rustling around the room, probably putting away the finished assignment. The image of her slipping out of her bra had ignited a fire in him, and the shower wasn't doing much to quell it.
Frustration gnawed at him. He wanted her, there was no denying it. But the vulnerability they'd shared earlier hung heavy in the air. He didn't want to be the jerk who ruined their newfound honesty with a clumsy attempt at intimacy.
A sigh escaped him. Maybe a cold shower hadn't been the worst idea. He needed to cool his head, not just his body. If Kate wanted him, she'd make a move. And if she didn't, forcing things would only push her away.
He finished his shower quickly, the silence in the apartment now deafenin
