Katherine’s POV
After Andrew’s confession to being a gangster, I knew deep down I had to find a way to escape from here. The only problem was how. He claimed there were people out there waiting to kill me—but I didn’t care. He wasn’t going to use that excuse to keep me trapped forever.
I woke up early and decided to make breakfast. Once I was done, I took a quick bath, then went to check his room—only to find the bed empty.
“Where did he go?” I muttered, glancing around.
Just then, the bathroom door swung open, and there he was—Andrew, standing there with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Water dripped from his face and slid down his chest, tracing the lines of his toned abs.
My eyes lingered longer than they should’ve. His messy hair made him look effortlessly good, and t
