Stephanie's POV:
Without thinking, I followed him into the bathroom. The steam wrapped around me as I stepped inside, the heat from the shower a stark contrast to the icy feeling creeping into my chest. Tyler stood under the spray, his hands braced against the tiled wall as the water cascaded down his muscular frame.
The sight of him, raw and vulnerable in that moment, made my breath hitch. But I couldn’t focus on his beauty—not now. I needed answers.
I moved closer, my bare feet silent against the wet tiles, and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind. My cheek pressed against the damp heat of his back, and I felt him tense under my touch.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
“I’m not done with you,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to the curve of hi
