Honestly, Matt was glad when she didn't continue to push him. His resolve was weakening by the second and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to control himself.
He groaned when she rolled her hips against his as she stood. That was just... so wrong on so many levels. Not that it was getting any better. His brow may have furrowed in confusion when she said that she was going to shower but her intention became obvious when she stripped before she even got into the bathroom.
She was a rotten tease. What had he been thinking when he'd agreed to play this game with her.
The second she'd disappeared into the bathroom, he fell back onto the bed and took a deep breath. He was the one that needed the cold shower, here. Not her. Though, he had the sneaking suspicion that she wouldn't be taking a cold shower... and that thought was not helping his... issue.
Baseball. Soccer. Football. Tractors. Trucks. Dead puppies.
If he could just think about something else for a while, he'd be okay.