Raellyn didn’t dignify the question with a verbal response.
Instead, she slowly raised one hand, her middle finger standing tall and unbothered in the air before turning her back to him with exaggerated calm. Her hips swayed slightly as she moved away, and though she didn’t look back.
It took Raellyn no more than fifteen minutes to clean herself up.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, her skin still warm, droplets of water clinging to her collarbone. She found Arnav already seated at the edge of the bed. His posture was relaxed, but his gaze was fixed on the glowing screen of his phone, fingers moving with a steady rhythm. It was impossible to tell what he was so focused on, messages, schedules, production notes perhaps. Whatever it was, it had completely claimed his attention.
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