MARION
The bedroom door opened, and I leaned casually, sitting on the couch, phone in hand, though truthfully, I hadn’t read a single email. My gaze lifted the moment Demetria stepped out of her bedroom, a small overnight bag slung over her shoulder.
The dress she wore nearly made me forget to breathe. A casual little slip of floral fabric, clinging in all the right places, falling just above her knees. Simple, unassuming… but on her? It was lethal. The thin straps skimmed her shoulders, the soft neckline teasing the curve of her collarbones. Her skin glowed from the shower, damp waves of dark hair trailing over her back, and the faint scent of her lotion carried across the room like a damn weapon.
“You make casual look criminal,” I said smoothly, lifting from the couch. I crossed to he
