Jasmine's POV
I woke to the soft buzz of my phone on the nightstand.
Squinting against the morning light, I reached for it and found a text from Dominic reminding me about our plans today. A small smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it.
Then I heard the bathroom door open.
Christopher emerged in nothing but a towel wrapped low around his hips, water droplets still clinging to his chest and shoulders. His dark hair was damp, pushed back from his forehead, and when he noticed me awake, his face broke into what I supposed was meant to be a charming smile.
"Good morning, beautiful."
My stomach turned.
Once upon a time, that smile would have made my heart race. The sight of him fresh from the shower would have left me flustered, wet and shy, maybe even hopeful that he might fina
