Andrey took a small step back, his back pressing against the cool bathroom tiles. The room suddenly felt smaller. The towel that had been draped over his shoulder now hung loosely in his hand, forgotten.
"We shouldn't be in here," Andrey said, his voice lower than he intended. "This is the bathroom. The others—"
"Hmm." Sein tilted her head, her green eyes moving slowly down his body, then back up to his face. "And? What's wrong with the bathroom?"
She stepped closer.
Andrey's internal alarm blared. 'This is dangerous. She doesn't know what she's doing. Or maybe she does. That's worse.'
Sein raised her hand.
Her fingers brushed against his chest, tracing the line of his collarbone, then sliding down to his shoulder. Her touch was light, almost curious, as if she were examining something she'd never noticed before.
