Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 28

Steam swirled through the bathroom as Jessica spun around in alarm, reaching for the towel hanging on the hook.

Her damp hair clung to the porcelain curve of her neck, droplets at the ends trailing down along the delicate lines of her shoulder blades toward the small of her back.

Turning quickly, she pressed the towel to her collarbones with both hands, letting it fall just low enough to cover the tops of her thighs.

Her long legs seemed to glow in the warm golden light—pale, slender, almost luminous.

In that moment, an image flashed through Timothy's mind—those very legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

His stomach tensed involuntarily.

Jessica's wide eyes were misty, lashes beaded with water, their shadows trembling beneath her eyes. She clutched the towel so hard that her knuckles turned a flushed pink, wrinkles bunching along the edge.

The shower continued to rain softly over her, quickly soaking the towel until it clung to her frame, tracing the curve of her chest beneath.

Timothy's gaze swept coldly over the anxious flush in her eyes. His voice was husky, low. "What are you hiding for?"

Jessica's grip on the towel tightened. She had no words.

Timothy, already dressed in his pajamas, tossed his own towel into the laundry basket.

Without another word, he turned and strode out of the bathroom.

Jessica padded across the tiles, bare feet silent, and locked the door behind him.

Timothy heard the click and furrowed his brow.

But even as he tried to shake the thought, the image of those pale, endless legs kept haunting him.

It had been over a month since they'd last touched.

A restless heat coiled in his abdomen. Annoyed, he lit a cigarette and stepped out onto the balcony.

He smoked one. Then another. Then a third.

Still, the ache in his gut refused to subside.

When Jessica finally emerged in her robe, she revealed a glimpse of straight, delicate calf—soft, fair, impossible to ignore.

The heat surged back.

Leaning against the balcony door, Timothy pushed himself upright and moved behind her, slipping his arms around her waist. His hands fit perfectly.

His lips brushed her neck, feather-light, barely there.