Sold to Them

Chapter 34

Hunter's POV

I stood in the bathroom, a sly smile playing on my lips. What had transpired between Kaylee and me was fresh in my mind. I couldn't help but revel in the fact that she seemed as affected by me as I was by her. It finally didn't seem one-sided anymore

Standing there shirtless, I slipped off my pants. I had hoped that Kaylee would've joined me a little more quickly to do that for me, but maybe she needed more recovery time. I flipped on the shower and the water flowed out as steam started billowing from the shower.

While waiting for the water to reach the perfect temperature, I couldn't help but wonder whether Kaylee would actually join me in the shower. It had been my assumption, but several minutes had passed, and she had yet to make an appearance. I suddenly had an urge to walk back out, completely naked, and carry her into the shower with me. The idea of watching the water cascade down her naked form was tempting. The desire to go out and fetch her tugged at me, but I decided against it. Maybe she needed time to process everything, to dwell on the intensity of our connection. Let her contemplate it; I could be patient. I had been so far.

I stepped into the shower, feeling the hot water cascade over me, and it was nothing short of bliss. The warmth enveloped my body, and I let out a low, satisfied sigh as I ran my hands through my wet, dark hair. Rivulets of water streamed down my broad shoulders, tracing the contours of my well-defined physique.

As the water coursed over me, it highlighted the tan, golden hue of my skin, making it glisten under the gentle embrace of the steamy shower. My chest, sculpted and toned, bore the marks of dedication to my physical fitness. Every droplet of water clung to me, accentuating the definition of my abs that rippled with each breath.

I reached for the soap, the sensation of my wet skin sending tingles down my arms. My fingers glided over my body as I lathered up, savoring the moment of cleansing, even as my thoughts wandered to the unforgettable connection I had just shared with Kaylee.

My strong arms and toned biceps were on full display as I moved under the shower's embrace. The water trailed down my thighs, tracing the lines of my muscular legs, a testament to years of athleticism and dedication.

I couldn't resist stealing a glance at myself in the misted bathroom mirror, knowing the effect my physique had on other girls. But now, it was Kaylee's reaction that I wondered about.

I stepped further into the shower, trying to use the steamy water to wash away the soap suds and the lingering doubts running through my mind. I allowed the hot water to soothe my senses and I closed my eyes as the water ran over my face. Just think about something else, anything else. I turned around and opened my eyes again and looked in front of me at the empty space. I couldn't help but to turn my thoughts back to Kaylee.

What if she didn't join me in the shower because she didn't enjoy our moment as much as I thought she did? Did she run back to Grayson? The uncertainty gnawed at me, and a rush of jealousy coursed through my veins at the mere thought of her being with Grayson. It was a feeling I despised, but I couldn't help it.

I'd spent my life watching Grayson have everything handed to him, always considered the better half, the more responsible twin. It grated on me, and I'd deliberately cultivated my rebellious, carefree image in stark contrast to his. Yet now, we found ourselves competing for the same girl, a situation I hadn't ever anticipated being in.

At first glance, people might have thought that we were a lot alike. I mean, we were identical twins. Grayson and I shared the same anger issues as well, a legacy from our father, William. While Grayson's anger simmered beneath the surface, emerging in controlled bursts of frustration, mine had manifested in a more chaotic manner. I fought, I partied, and I distanced myself from the family's polished image. Yet, despite my efforts to differentiate myself, here we were competing for the same girl.