THREAT

Andrea stepped out of the shower, her skin still tingling from the hot water. She reached for her towel, only to realize she had left it in the bedroom. Cursing under her breath, she cracked open the bathroom door and peeked out, hoping the coast was clear.

She took a deep breath and tiptoed out into the bedroom, droplets of water trailing down her back. She froze in her tracks when she saw Logan standing by the window, staring out into the night. His back was to her, and she hoped he hadn't heard her.

Before she could make a silent retreat back to the bathroom, Logan turned around, his eyes widening at the sight of her. Andrea's cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she stood there, stark naked and dripping wet.

Logan's mouth opened, but no words came out. His eyes raked over her and she felt herself shiver, and she saw a flicker of something she couldn't quite place—surprise, confusion, maybe even lust?

"Um... I... forgot my towel," Andrea stammered, awkwardly covering herself with her h