Ethan was the first to shower, allowing Liam to take a shower shortly after. Steam escaped through the gap at the bottom of the door, spreading its distinctive musky scent throughout the room. It was a deep, rich aroma with woody undertones and a subtle touch of spices. I took a deep breath, realizing that its fragrance couldn't substitute for their physical touch.
Ethan slid into bed as Liam hopped under the shower. I felt their eyes on me and turned to meet their gaze. I saw the corner of Liam's lips curl into a smile. My eyes traced his defined jawline, shaved temples, and the long strand of hair falling over his forehead.
I remembered what Liam had mentioned earlier, what he owed to Ethan. My stomach churned at the idea, and I did my best to control my nerves. After all, they were my
