This intimate gesture, something I had only ever associated with actual relationships, momentarily disarmed me, almost making me question everything I thought I understood about him and our arrangement.
"No," I replied.
"You remembered your place," The arrogance in his tone was suffocating.
He tossed the towel over my head and walked out of the bathroom without another word. I did not ask about his whereabouts last night, nor did I know when he had finally returned.
When I emerged from the steam-filled room, he was standing before the mirror, adjusting his collar. His fingers paused briefly when our eyes met in the reflection.
The phone on the nightstand chose that moment to ring, Chloe's name flashing across the screen.
"Hey, Chloe," I answered, deliberately turning my back to Damie
