Beatrice forced her racing heart to steady and kept her voice low, laced with a feigned hint of annoyance that sounded far calmer than she felt. "You can't call me at this hour, not even if you miss me. You know exactly—"
A sharp, distinct click cut through her words—the bathroom door swinging open without warning. Every muscle in Beatrice's body tensed at the sound.
"Beatrice, grab me a towel." Felix's deep, casual voice carried from the bathroom doorway, and Beatrice moved on pure instinct.
She ended the call in a frantic tap, powering the phone off entirely. Grabbing a towel from the nearby rack, she hurried over to him with carefully measured, gentle steps.
Felix ran the towel roughly through his damp, messy hair, water droplets sliding down the smooth lines of his abdomen and catc
