Adrianna:
I climbed the stairs to my room, feeling sticky and covered in whipped cream from our ridiculous kitchen escapades. A hot shower sounded like the perfect way to clean up and relax after Ashton’s antics.
Closing the door behind me, I grabbed a fresh towel and stepped into the bathroom. The room filled with steam as I turned on the shower, testing the water until it was just right. Peeling off the silky pajamas I still had on, I stepped under the warm spray, letting it wash away the sticky remnants of whipped cream and the chaos of the morning.
I sighed, leaning against the cool tile and letting the water cascade over me. My thoughts drifted to Ashton—his laughter, his touch, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.
Suddenly, I heard the
