It wasn't enough that he had to strip, he had to prowl closer. When Karl stopped bare inches away from her, there was no where to look but his chest and his eyes and each were equally dangerous. He was looking at her with heat in his eyes. The way that he moved, what he'd done, the way he was looking at her all added up to tell her one thing:
I'm yours if you want me.
And, really, what was not to want? She trusted Karl enough to go out in front of him in a towel, for pity's sake. He was caring, loyal, his kisses made her bones melt...
And he's my partner.
What the fuck am I doing? This wasn't just some guy, a date that she could sleep with and discard. She worked with him. This was the last thing that their relationship needed -- for her to give in to this... thing between them. The ruthlessly honest part of Alyssa would admit that the attraction was real enough, being Matt and Grace had only put a magnifying glass over it.
And they would be good together. She could feel it. Alyssa took an unconscious half-step closer to him. She held his gaze and took a quick breath as the hand holding up the towel smoothed away from the side to the center of her chest. She gave Karl a small smirk, "No. I'm still sleeping on it."
Then she stepped around him, taking care not to touch him. "If you're tired, you can have the couch." All she had to do was make it to the dresser and put on some clothes and then she could forget that she'd acted like such an idiot.