April's pov
"What the hell are you doing here?"
His voice thundered through the room, echoing off the walls like a violent storm. I turned sharply.
And froze.
There he stood... wet hair dripping, a towel slung around his waist, droplets trailing down his sculpted chest. His eyes, dark and furious, locked onto mine. My breath hitched in my throat.
I stepped back without thinking, and he moved forward, slow, deliberate, like a predator. For every step he took, I took one back, until the cool plaster of the wall pressed against my spine. There was nowhere else to go.
He stopped in front of me, dangerously close. The scent of soap, water, and something deeper, like cedarwood and sin wrapped around me. A droplet fell from his hair, sliding down his temple, trailing across his jaw.
"I as
