From Gods by Mary Ting

happening to me. If you know something, please tell me.”
    To her surprise, he was calm—too calm. He didn’t answer her. Instead, his eyes revealed sadness, and she couldn’t comprehend the reason for it. Her stare was broken when he stood tall. “You’re wet. You should take off your clothes.”
    What a way to avoid a question! Skylar blinked her eyes in disbelief. Did she hear him correctly? “Excuse me?” Not wanting to assume he was really asking her to strip off her clothes, she didn’t move a muscle, but the way his piercing eyes laid on her, she might as well have already been naked. Then she inwardly gasped when he started to unbutton his shirt. Her eyes shot to the floor, then back to him, and then to the floor, wondering what she was supposed to do in this awkward moment.
    “Here. Go change in the restroom. You don’t want to catch a cold.” He placed his shirt in front of her.
    She looked up to see him shirtless for the very first time. With all the right curves and tightness, he looked like a statue of a god. He was beautiful and perfectly toned, with satin-like skin, which looked like it would be smooth to the touch. And there was a small tattoo shaped like a lightning bolt on his upper right arm, toward his shoulder. Way too sexy!
    Aswarmth flushed her face, she tried not to stare, but there was no way around it. “Umm…you won’t have a shirt,” Skylar said, thinking that was the most idiotic thing she had said so far, but she couldn’t think when he was half-naked in front of her.
    “I’m not cold, but you will be.”
    Mason was right. Skylar didn’t realize she was shivering until she placed her hand out to take his shirt. The adrenaline from the initial shock had kept her warm, and now it was wearing away. The blasting air conditioner didn’t help either. “Thanks.”
    Just as she pivoted right toward the restroom, even though she was deathly scared to go back, Mason gripped her arm. “Wait. Don’t go in there without me.”
    His sudden protectiveness surprised Skylar, but then again, he had saved her. With a nod, he gestured for her to lead. Walking back into her nightmare, her blood pressure soared faster than she could keep up. But when she entered, surprisingly, she was calm, for two reasons. First, Mason was with her, and second, the restroom was in one piece, as if it had never happened. After she’d had enough of looking at the sinks and the stalls, she turned to Mason.
    “Oh…I’ll turn my back.” He turned away from her. “I have a really nice view—white ceiling…mesmerizing; and a clear view of myself from…the mirrors…so many mirrors. Mirrors…everywhere I look.”
    Skylar giggled and lit a small smile. Underneath that stiff heart of his, he had proven he had a sense of humor. 
    After slipping her arms into the sleeves of his shirt, her eyes followed her hands as she buttoned it quickly from bottom to top.
    “Okay…I’m done.” She looked up expecting to see Mason’s back, but he had already turned and faced her.
    Skylar turned red. “You…you…just turned, right?”
    He pointed to the left, to the right, and to all the mirrors in the bathroom. “Do you girls need all these mirrors? Can’t get enough of yourselves? I thought you were done.”
    “You could’ve closed your…eyes,” Skylar scoffed, feeling embarrassed.
    “What would be the fun in that?” he smirked.
    He was right. Every direction he turned, he had a clear view of…her. Whatever. She justified that seeing her in a bra was like seeing her in a bikini top. “Well, next time, make sure you do.”
    Unsure whether he was uncomfortable by her remark or he was simply ignoring her, he didn’t say a word. “Let’s get out of here,” he suggested, opening the door, looking as if his mind was deep in thought.
    “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” she asked, folding her shirt to hold as she stood by the doorway.
    “Later.”
    “No, I need to know now,” she