Jenna leaned against the headboard, her fingers swiping rapidly across her phone screen.

Ethan stood by the bed and sighed deeply. "Someone's being rather heartless."

Jenna didn't look up, continuing to scroll through short videos.

Seeing her indifference, Ethan grabbed his pajamas and headed for the bathroom.

Suddenly remembering the doctor's warning, Jenna bolted upright. She glared at the bathroom door, her brow furrowed.

"Ethan!" She rushed to the bathroom entrance. "The doctor said your wound can't get wet! Are you insane?"

The door swung open.

Ethan stood there wearing only black boxer briefs, water droplets trailing down his defined abs. He braced one arm against the doorframe, smirking at her.

Jenna's gaze involuntarily dropped.

Eight perfectly sculpted abdominal muscles, with the hint of a V-line leading downward. Her ears burned instantly.

"Running away?" Ethan yanked her into the bathroom and locked the door behind them.

Pinned against the tiled wall, Jenna was engulfed by his masculine scent.

"Since you're here," Ethan murmured against her ear, his breath warm, "why not help me wash my back?"

Jenna covered her flushed face. "Y-you're going too far!"

"Too far?" His low chuckle vibrated against her skin. "Who was the one who came knocking?"

The cramped space filled with steam. Jenna could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears.

"I just..." Her voice trembled. "I didn't want your wound to get infected..."

Ethan suddenly released her, his expression softening. "Go to bed."

Jenna hesitated.

"If you don't leave now," Ethan narrowed his eyes, "I'll make you stay."

Jenna fled.

Even lying in bed, the image of his sculpted, dripping-wet torso refused to leave her mind.