Riley's POV
While Caleb turns toward his dresser, I peel off my drenched shirt and let it drop to the floor with a wet sound. He spins around at the noise, his eyes going wide when he sees me standing there. He abandons the clothes he was pulling from the drawer and walks toward me with deliberate slowness. I hold his gaze the entire time, my heart hammering against my ribs. Without breaking eye contact, I reach behind my back and unhook my bra, letting it fall beside my discarded shirt. His breath catches sharply, but he stops just out of reach, his hands clenched at his sides like he's fighting himself.
My fingers tremble slightly as I work the button of my jeans loose. I slide them down my legs slowly, never looking away from his face. When I straighten up, wearing only my underwear, his eyes travel over my body like he's memorizing every inch. The intensity of his stare sends heat coursing through my veins.
