She looked back over her shoulder and saw that he was standing there with a towel wrapped unreasonably low around his hips and another one in his hand. She looked covetously at the towel in his hand, and he took a step back. His salacious smirk sent chills up her spine. She straightened herself. She had nothing to be ashamed of. He was goading her, and she wasn’t a child. She steeled herself, took a big breath, and turned around. His eyes ignited at her forward movement, and his face broke into a huge grin. She stepped through the glass door, reached for the towel, and wrapped it around herself.