Chapter 177: Hannah
The water was so hot it almost scalded my skin as I stepped into the shower, but I didn't mind; if anything, it soothed my sore muscles and tender flesh. I sighed, sliding the glass door shut, inhaling the steam and the scent of echinacea. I closed my eyes, letting the water wash away the day. It had been eventful, starting with a sweaty training session with Noah and followed by campaign work in my office. Noah had too much work to watch a movie and weather the storm with me? Yeah, well, I had work to do, too.
In reality, all my work that day had been a distractionโanything to avoid thinking about how he'd looked scurrying from the kitchen. The redness in his face, the bulge in his pantsโฆ it made me smirk and tremble simultaneously as I washed. For a moment, just a moment, I imagined his touchโhis fingers grazing my skin, his breath on my neck. Our bodies pressed together under the waterโฆ I hated him, but I wanted him so badly I thought I might explode. How did that even make sense?
โHannah? Are you in here?โ
Suddenly, Noah's voice, floating through the steam, snapped my eyes open. Speak of the devil.
โIโm in the shower,โ I called, massaging conditioner from my hair.
โOh.โ I saw his tall form pause in the doorway, then instantly turn away. He held something. โSorry. Iโll go.โ
โItโs fine. Wait there.โ I sighed, turning off the water and sliding open the shower door. A puff of steam billowed out, and as it cleared, I saw Noah's green eyes quickly glance over my naked body before darting away.
As I grabbed my towel, I cooed, โWeโve seen each other naked hundreds of times. You donโt need to act so bashful, even if we are getting divorced.โ
Noah said nothing, clenching his jaw.
I wrapped the plush white towel around myself and went to the sink to begin my skincare routine. โWhat did you need?โ I asked, my eyes flickering to the small box in his hands reflected in the mirror.
He held it out. โI got something for you.โ
Instantly, my hands fell to my sides, and I shot him a wary look. โThis again?โ I asked. โHow many times do I have to tell you to stop trying to butter me up? Itโs not going to work.โ
Noah sighed and thrust the box forward. โJust open it, will you? Itโs not like that.โ
Frowning, I took the box and opened it. Inside was a brand-new pair of training sneakers in my sizeโa clean white color with soft pink accents, girly yet practical. โWhatโs this for?โ I asked, lifting a shoe.
He shrugged, running a hand through his tousled dark hair. โI just noticed your shoes were looking a little beat up. If you want to train seriously, you should have good shoes; unless youโre trying to hurt yourself.โ
โOh. Well, thank you, Noah.โ I walked to the doorway, still admiring the shoes. They were exactly my style, and I was excited to wear themโI just hated having to be wary, given his history of trying to win me over with gifts.