Caitlin

“I require your assistance,” a male voice whispered.
My mouth fell open.
“Ahhgaluhg!” I gagged — near drowned — on a slew of water and lost my balance. The pink shower curtain proved no leverage whatsoever, and I ripped it down with me, rod and all, slopping into the tub with a splash, irritated squeal, and shuddering thud.
“Jay—!” I stifled a scream and hissed the second syllable through clenched teeth, “—den!”
“Have you sustained injury?” Jayden’s face hovered over the tub.
“Not until you showed up!”
― A&E Kirk, Drop Dead Demons

“Mom, this isn’t what it looks like.”
Mom put her hand on her hip. “It looks like a group of boys wrestling on the floor of your bedroom while you watch. Wearing a towel.”
“Okay,” I admitted, “it is what it looks like, but it’s not—”
“Sexual?” She raised her eyebrows.
“Mom!”
Luna stuck her head under Mom’s arm and sucked in a breath. “She’s gone from a love triangle to a kinky sex pentagon.”
― A&E Kirk, Drop Dead Demons

“You know, maybe I meant more that you
seemed...uninterested. In, ah, in ahhh,” I moved my palm in circles in the air in front of me.
He lifted one brow. “Uninterested in your…chest?”
“What?” I realized my hand had been circling right over my boobs. Nice move, Aurora. I rolled my eyes. “No! Not…that!”
“Good.” His dark eyes glittered with amusement. “Because I can assure you I find your chest very interesting. At times, downright mesmerizing.”
― A&E Kirk, Drop Dead Demons

“Oh, my God! Why are you in a towel?” Ayden sprang forward and ripped off his leather jacket. He led us both in an awkward sidestep to my closet. “Take your time. Get clothes on. Lots of them.”
He shoved me inside and closed the door. In the pitch, dark I reached for the light switch, but the door opened again. “Sorry.” Ayden’s hand slid in, groping for the switch, found it, and flipped it on. “Don’t come out until… lots and lots of clothes.”
― A&E Kirk, Drop Dead Demons