Ella:
“I really need to take a shower,” I murmured, stretching slightly as I pushed the blanket down and sat up.
Raiden was already halfway out of bed, tugging on a pair of worn jeans. He paused, glancing back at me with a soft nod. “I’ll grab you something to change into.”
He moved to the dresser, rifling through drawers before tossing a faded black tee and a pair of sweats onto the bed. “These’ll swallow you,” he said, and I didn’t miss the little smirk tugging at his lips. “But they’re clean. And warm. And mine.”
“Thanks.”
He walked over, pausing beside me as I stood. His hand found the side of my face, thumb brushing along my cheekbone before he leaned in and pressed a kiss to my forehead—gentle, grounding.
“I’ll make you something to eat while you get clean,” he said. “You need
