I was still coming down from my high, the adrenaline and warmth coursing through me, and I wanted to say something—anything.
Before I could, his phone rang again.
"Sorry," he said, letting me go as he moved toward the phone and picked it up. His brow furrowed as he answered.
"What's so urgent?" he asked, his tone clipped but controlled.
As he listened to whoever was on the other end of the phone, I decided to get up. I headed into the bathroom for a long, cold shower, the rush of water grounding me. By the time I emerged, wrapped in a towel, he was still on the phone, pacing the room and giving instructions.
I moved into the wardrobe, deciding to focus on myself. I applied oil to my skin, carefully following my skincare routine, and then picked out something light and comfortable fo
