LEAH
The first thing I notice as I stir awake is the steam curling out of the bathroom door. Then I hear Lucian’s voice humming low.
I lean on the frame, arms crossed. He doesn’t notice me until he turns, water streaming down his chest, hair plastered to his face. My eyes, unfortunately, decide they have zero self-control.
“What happened?” I ask. The question hits him like a stone in the chest. He freezes mid-reach for the towel, his mouth parting before he shuts it again.
“Nothing,” he says. I push away from the door, taking one step inside. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” he says, his tone careful. He’s completely bare as he stands, water dripping onto the tile, and somehow the only thing that’s tense is the air between us.
“Don’t lie to me… again.” I say, my voice sounding tired.
