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Nadia

"Stop throwing my clothes!" he said but my tongue got tied up because I realized we were close again.

Too close.

I could see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes and smell the delicious scent that clung to him. Something unfurled low in my stomach and I was acutely, painfully aware that I was wearing nothing but a towel.

His eyes dropped to where I was clutching the towel, then snapped back u