And he knew she was staring. Great. The way he tensed and clenched was obvious enough, though the actions only drew her gaze once again to the waistline of his towel. She sighed, reaching up to rub her forehead. Bad thoughts, Gina, bad thoughts. But she could deal with them. Sexual tension wasn't the end of the world. You just had to know how to be smart about it.
"No, this could have waited, I'm sorry." She dropped her hand to wave at him. "Go, go enjoy your shower. I need to eat something, do you want me to cook for both of us?"