Gunnar POV
The shower ran hot enough to sting. Good. I had scrubbed my hair twice. Three times.
The black sludge clung to everything. I'd gotten it out from behind my ears. Under my fingernails. Somehow it had even worked its way into my damn socks.
Whoever designed that punishment had issues.
I stepped out, wrapped a towel around my waist, and caught my reflection in the mirror. Better. Presentable again.
There came a knock at my door. I smiled before I even opened it.
Ayla.
She looked hesitant. Almost nervous. "Hey..."
"Hey yourself."
She laughed softly. "I was wondering if..."
"If?"
"...if you wanted some company."
"I was hoping you'd ask."
I watched with hungry eyes as Ayla entered my bedroom, her hesitant yet eager demeanor only serving to stoke the flames of my desire. I
