Aiden’s POV
The door creaked open, and there she was.
Cheryl stood in the doorway, freshly dressed in the T-shirt and shorts I’d bought for her, her damp hair tied into a messy bun with a few strands slipping free to frame her face.
And she wouldn’t look at me.
Her gaze skittered to the side, lingering on the carpet, the walls—anywhere but me. The air between us was thick, humming with something undeniable and unspoken.
God help me.
I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stay still, but my mind was already betraying me—
Flashes.
Of her.
Naked. Wet. Dripping.
The curve of her hip.
The way water had slipped down her skin.
The way her lips had parted in shock, her cheeks burning red when she realized I was standing there—
Fuck.
I needed to shut this down. Now.
I opened my mouth,
