FLORA'S POV
He didn’t stop until we were inside what had to be his bedroom. The space was massive, filled with muted colors and an air of quiet sophistication. He gently lowered me onto the edge of his ridiculously large bed, making sure I was steady before stepping back.
“We’ll get you out of those wet clothes, get you warmed up, and then I’ll check your foot,” he said, his tone casual.
Before I could process his words, he turned and disappeared into the adjoining walk-in closet. I blinked, still trying to catch up with what had just happened. He came back a moment later, dressed in a pair of loose navy shorts and a white tank top that clung to his broad chest in a way that did nothing to ease my frazzled nerves. He tossed me a shirt—one of his shirts.
My fingers clenched around t
