He shrugged, a sheepish look spreading across his face. “I sent Dianne and Diva to get them. I just told them to grab everything a woman might need.”
I shook my head, laughing softly. “Of course you did.”
I took over, rubbing lotion into my skin while he watched like it was some sacred ritual he wasn’t allowed to disturb.
As I slipped on a soft, breezy dress, he turned toward the bathroom, towel slung low on his hips, and called out over his shoulder, “You’re not using this room anymore.”
I paused, frowning. “What?”
He stopped in the doorway and looked back at me. “This room. It’s not yours now. Come to mine. I mean, ours.”
My mouth fell open, and for a second, I had no clue what to say. He stood there waiting, eyes hopeful, almost pleading.
My heart did a full somersault.
I swallo
