She Laughs in Pink (Sheridan Hall #1) by Jessica Calla Page B

but a white bath towel and shaving cream, blood now dripping from his neck as he holds a razor. My lord in heaven , the towel hangs so low on his waist that I can see his hip bones. He’s long, smooth, and looks like sweet caramel. Wow . He throws his razor and grabs his neck where he cut himself. Is that a tattoo on the inside of his bicep? I’m gawking as the men’s room door swings back and hits me in the face.
    “Ouch,” I whine as I push the door open again. “Jesus, Chase. What are you doing in here?” I scowl and rub my forehead.
    “It’s the men’s room, Juliet. I was shaving until you scared the crap out of me.” He grabs a paper towel and runs it under the water. I walk in as Chase bends over the sink, his bare back calling me to rest my cheek against it. I can’t believe I spent a good portion of last night kissing him. “Are you okay?”
    He shakes his head as he brings the wet paper towel to me and presses it onto my forehead.
    I point to the door. “I was rushing …and I saw you …”
    Um, hello shoulders flexing in front of my face. Chase is inches from me and we’re both practically naked. I get flustered and it’s possible I’m panting as I stare at his bare chest. I can’t stop admiring his bare skin. The scent of his shaving cream makes me dizzy. For half a second, I fantasize that the spots of shaving cream on his neck are whipped cream and I can lick them off—well, not the bloody parts, but the fluffy, creamy parts. He smells so good and looks so damn tasty. I feel like our towels want to run away together and leave us naked for a play date.
    I shake my head, focusing back to reality. Frustrated at our near nakedness and close proximity, I groan. “I have to get in the shower. Did you slice your jugular?”
    “I’ll live,” he says, searching my face.
    He doesn’t move out of my way, so I shrug. “I’m late.”
    He nods and moves to the side but smiles and makes a sound like a cough.
    “What’s wrong?” I ask.
    He does it again, the weird cough noise, and tries to cover his mouth with his fist. Is he laughing at me? “ What is your problem?”
    With that one question, Chase ditches the cover-up cough and chuckles like a schoolgirl. I wait and glare, raising my eyebrows while he doubles over.
    Through his laugh he gasps out, “When the door hit you…you had this look… your face.” He waves his palm over his face and tries to act out my reaction. “You looked ridiculous.”
    My jaw drops at his rudeness, but at the same time, I try not to laugh. I throw my wet paper towel at him. “Jerk.”
    Chase cracks up again over his own stupid joke, so I smack him on the arm. He straightens up and wipes a tear from under his eye. “Really, Chase? You’re making fun of me ? You should see yourself. Bleeding with a half whipped cream neck.”
    He freezes and points at me. His eyes pop and his jaw hangs open. What did I just say? Of course, Chase tells me. “You said whipped cream!”
    I try not to laugh at my slip up. “I said ‘shaving cream,’ you idiot.” I walk to a shower stall and turn on the water. He’s still grinning when he turns toward the mirror and reapplies his whipped shaving cream.
    “You said whipped cream! You want to slather me in whipped cream! Were you dreaming of train rides and whipped cream last night, by any chance?” He resumes shaving and leering at me through the mirror as I wait for the water to heat up.
    “You would love that wouldn’t you, you egomaniac? For your information, I slept like a baby. You?”
    “I thought about you all night, gorgeous. And I’ll probably think about you all day.”
    I warm and my hardening nipples remind me I’m just about naked. He’s just so…I can’t think of the word. “Hot” doesn’t seem strong enough. “Steamy” runs through my mind, but maybe that’s because of the shower.
    He stares at my reflection in the mirror as he rinses his razor. “I’ve seen you in a couple of cute outfits the