Raine POV
The minute I stepped out, the cool air hit my damp skin like a tease of its own.
For a second, I just stood there, blinking at the steam curling around me until I saw him.
Lucian.
He was leaning against the doorframe like the hallway had been built just to hold him there one ankle crossed over the other, arms folded, head tilted in that lazy way that screamed arrogance. His shirt sleeves were rolled to his elbows, showing off strong forearms and the veins that always made girls around campus whisper things they shouldn’t. His hair looked messily perfect, like he’d just come out of a fight and somehow made it a photoshoot.
“Well,” he drawled, eyes dragging over me from head to toe, “that was fast. Or did you just miss me so much you couldn’t wait to come out?”
My fingers fle
