Ciara stared at her reflection in the mirror after showering for the day. She picked up another towel and walked into her bedroom where Mason was asleep like a dead body on her bed. She couldn't help but remember how he had stormed into her room in worry when he didn't find her in his room as usual. She had feigned sleep because she didn't have the strength to discuss anything with him after the confession Jerome made to her.
Ciara exhaled and walked to her vanity table and stared at her reflection. She looked from her wet locks, exposed shoulder blades and down to where the towel stopped on her upper thighs. She still did not get why Elizabeth had bought short towels for them, most especially for her. She smirked and rolled her eyes then raised her other towel to her hair.
"And I'm gett
