(Melissa pov)
I heard the shower running before I reached his room a steady, heavy rush of water that felt too deliberate tonight, like he was trying to scrub away something darker than dirt or blood.
I stood outside the door, heart hammering, I told myself I was only checking on him. That was all, but the lie tasted bitter, but I was worried deeply, and that worry had twisted into something hotter, more dangerous, the longer I stood there listening to the water pound against marble.
I knocked once, no answer, I pushed the door open, Steam rolled out like smoke, thick and warm, wrapping around me instantly. Adriano stood under the spray, back partially turned, water cascading down the hard lines of his shoulders and back. The moment he sensed me, he turned his head. Dark eyes locked on
