And she immediately looked away. "Whoa, whoa. What are you doing?"
But he ignored her.
His trousers hit the floor a second later, and he was standing there in just his brief. His hands were reaching for a towel.
"Caius," she snapped, her hand covering her eyes, "stop. I'm showering first."
"You're not even in the shower yet."
"I'm about to be!"
He paused just long enough to look at her.
"You're covering your face like I haven't seen you naked," he said.
Her face flushed slightly; his words had caught her off guard. "I—I don't care. This is not the time."
She snatched the towel from his hands, because he stopped listening to her.
"You took another man's coat," he said casually, as if commenting on the weather.
Heather let her hand drop, glaring at him. She met his gaze in the mirror. He was just being—well—Caius, difficult for no reason.
