She made a sound of disagreement. “Fine, what do you see? Whatever it is, I don’t see it.” She rubbed her face with the towel, hard, so he couldn’t see her expression.
“Everything – amazing hair and a gorgeous smile, dazzling eyes and a body that I just want to eat up and well…you make me feel safe, Summer,” he admitted with a shrug, tying the towel loosely around his waist.
“Eat up?” She peeked at him over the top of the towel. “Are you a wolf?” she teased. “Have I stumbled into Little Red Riding Hood? Oh, what big eyes you have, Mr Wolf!” She dropped the towel to dry her legs, and a bead of water rolled down her neck and into the hollow of her throat.