WILLOW'S POV.
By the time I made it back to my room, the sun had already climbed high.
I shut the door behind me and leaned against it for a moment, letting the silence settle. The quiet felt good—like a small piece of peace I hadn’t had all morning.
I undressed, letting my sweaty clothes fall to the floor, and stepped into the shower. Warm water poured over me, soft at first, then stronger as the pressure built. I tilted my head back, letting it run down my face, washing away the dirt and sweat from the day.
For a while, I didn’t move. I just stood there, eyes closed, listening to the rhythm of the water hitting the tile. The heat sank deep into my muscles, loosening them one by one. My mind began to drift, somewhere between calm and exhaustion.
Without my permission, my gaze darted
