SERA
I closed the door behind me with a soft click, my hand lingering on the handle longer than necessary.
The room was dimly lit, the air warmer than the hallway, laced with his scent. Clean, masculine, and just as dangerous as he was.
I was already breathing too hard.
The sound of running water pulled my gaze to the slightly open door across the room.
Steam curled lazily from the gap, spilling into the bedroom like it was reaching for me. Inviting me. Daring me.
My heart pounded against my ribs like it was trying to warn me, scream at me to leave. That it wasn’t too late to turn around. That I was still wearing a robe. Still technically untouched.
But my body didn’t move. Not away, at least.
I drifted closer, silent, drawn in like a moth to flame. The fog thickened as I steppe
