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the fabric and inhale. I was worse than a love sick teenager. Last night I blamed the alcohol but this morning what was my excuse?
    I hung his jacket on the hook next to mine as he brushed past me, and an electric tingle followed where our bodies touched. Without a word he moved into the kitchen area and opened the fridge examining its contents, allowing me the perfect opportunity to ogle my best friend from behind.
    Dark jeans hugged his well-defined ass and thighs. 1 He’d chosen a white tight fitting V-necked t-shirt that clung to his broad shoulders and torso, showing off the detailed ridges beneath and his developed biceps. Did he choose this outfit to torment me on purpose? I tried to replace my friend filter, but there was no way to not see Cade as the virile example of a man that he was. Whatever blinders I had used up until last night, were no longer working.
    Before I said or did anything I was going to regret, I called out to him. “I’m heading to the shower, I won’t be long.”
    “What do you want to eat?”
    “Anything,” I answered, but my mind offered you as an alternative.
    Yup, this morning’s shower would need to be cold . I stepped into my bathroom knowing full well that the cold shower idea was just that, an idea. I couldn’t stand anything but scalding hot showers, but I could hope that the water might clear my thoughts. Cranking the water to the maximum, I peeled off my jeans and blouse and tossed them in the hamper followed by my bra, panties, and socks. I brushed my teeth while waiting for the water to heat up.
    The first jets of water soothed me as I stepped under the cascade and slid the shower door closed. With my head tilted back I, let the water cascade down around me and wrap me in its embrace. Nothing else mattered when I was here, Cade could wait, because I needed this.
    My favorite shampoo sat on the shelf built into the shower wall; I grabbed the bottle and popped the flip top. The fragrance of aragon and coconut wafted from the bottle as I poured out a generous amount and massaged it through my hair. Rinsing out the suds, I repeated my actions with the conditioner and reached for my shea butter and vanilla body wash and my pouf. The creamy soap slid over me, refreshing me as I methodically traced my body with the sweet lather. The trails of water rinsed the bubbles away leaving only the hint of aroma. I replaced everything and tipped my head back submerging my face this time as well. Better, much better.
    Already I felt more capable of dealing with the problem waiting for me outside the door. I turned off the water and slid back the glass enclosure grabbing a towel from the rack when a new problem surfaced. All of my clothes were out there…Next to where Cade was. The only thing, I had in here, was a knee length silk robe. Not exactly the ideal when you are trying to be non-sexual. The only other option was to ask Cade to bring me something. Yesterday maybe I would have. Today, his searching in my panty drawer had a whole new meaning. Nope, the robe would just have to do.
    The soft cotton of the towel absorbed all of the water on my skin before I wrapped it around my hair and reached for the tiny black silk robe that hung behind the door. The next purchase would be one of those fluffy unattractive terry cloth robes that made me look fat, I promised myself as I wiped the steam from the mirror to access my appearance. The thin material did very little to conceal anything really. The tips of my nipples showed through the thin fabric as did all of my curves and the slight raise where hair covered my mound.
    Nope. I towel dried my hair more vigorously than required and decided I would make a mad dash to my dresser while keeping my back to him. Rush back in here get dressed, 1 and then join him. With that plan in mind, I reached for the door knob and stopped in my tracks.
    Cade with his tantalizing thin white t-shirt, 1 sat on my sofa directly in front of my dresser with a coffee mug