Stella:
I had half a mind to stay in this bathroom forever.
Everything about this place was extravagant—marble floors cold against my bare feet, gold-trimmed mirrors that reflected the glow of soft lighting, and a shower that could drown a person if they weren’t careful.
And yet, I had to leave it behind.
With a sigh, I grabbed a towel, wrapping it securely around my body before stepping out into the bedroom. My wet hair stuck to my back, cool against the heat of my skin. I took a moment to glance around, my eyes landing on Tristan, who lounged on the bed, scrolling through his phone.
“How do you ever leave this place?” I asked, adjusting the towel around me.
Tristan glanced up, amusement flickering in his gaze. “I grew up in houses like this. It stops being a big deal after a while.
