I stepped out of the bathroom, a soft towel wrapped snugly around me, while warm steam still clung to the air behind me like a gentle mist.
I had asked Aiden to step out first so I could have the space to focus and take my time.
Whenever he’s in there with me, I tend to get distracted and playful, unable to take my bath seriously. But this time, I wanted to scrub properly and enjoy a quiet moment to myself without the usual laughter and interruptions.
Aiden was lounging lazily on the bed, shirtless and smug, flipping through channels like a man who hadn’t just turned my body into melted butter less than an hour ago.
I shook my head at him, amused, and padded over to the dresser.
My outfit for the day, one of Aiden’s button-downs tucked into my favorite high-waisted jeans, was already
