Tyler's POV
I stood there, towel clutched tightly around my waist, feeling utterly exposed. The cold air hit my damp skin, making it prickle in a way that had nothing to do with the water or the workout. Han's gaze, dark and heavy, didn't help. It felt like he was trying to see right through me, like he was inspecting every inch of me, deciding whether to approve or… something else.
He took a slow step forward, his eyes never leaving me. His presence was suffocating, every movement deliberate, like he knew how much it was making my pulse race.
He stopped just a few inches from me, towering over me like some kind of predator. My heart was pounding, my breath coming in shallow bursts, and all I could focus on was the feeling of the towel wrapped around me. The last thing I wanted was for it to fall. For him to see everything. The thought of his hands touching me again made my stomach churn in a way I couldn't explain.
