Avery’s POV
The hot water cascaded down my back, soothing the tension from my muscles as I scrubbed my arms. I was determined to wash away every trace of his touch. His scent lingered, though it shouldn’t have. I’d been scrubbing for what felt like hours, but it wasn’t just my skin I was trying to cleanse—it was my mind, my traitorous thoughts.
Him.
Aidan.
Even thinking his name sent a ripple of heat across my chest, something that made me bite my lip hard enough to draw blood. No. I couldn’t allow myself to feel this way. I wouldn’t. Not when he infuriated me with every word, every smirk.
I pressed the loofah harder against my skin, glaring at my reflection in the foggy mirror across the room. My hair stuck to my face, water dripped from my shoulders, and steam curled around me.
Wit
