Chapter Five
Henna turned her head slightly, tearing her gaze from the view of the bay out the window as Eduardo exited the bathroom with a towel around his waist and a second towel drying his damp hair.
Her head cocked a little to one side with a contemplative expression sculpting her features. Her green eyes were quite strikingly pale with tiny, jet-black flecks, and they drew him in whenever he met her stare. “Did you like doing that?”
“Showering? Yes. Especially after a flight and sex. What an odd thing to ask.”
“That wasn't what I meant,” she said. “Before. Was it okay?”
“Did I like making love to you?” he asked. “How can you doubt that I did?”
She simply shrugged while chewing at the already broken flesh of her lower lip in that peculiar way of hers. “I just wondered. That's all.”
