"Is that the bathroom?"
Dorian asked after a while of silence when his mate wouldn't say a word and just kept staring at him.
She looked so flushed it made him wonder what exactly made her so.
What was she thinking.
Nodding to his question, Penelope pried her gaze from him, feeling warmth creep up her cheeks.
She heard his footsteps and peeked up to see him walking to the door leading to her small bathroom.
Once he was out of sight, she breathed out, relieved.
What was wrong with her.
Why was she thinking such things.
Urgh, stop.
She scolded pulling at her hair to stop her sister's words from lingering in her head.
The harsh pour of water from the shower, splattering against the floor pulled her attention to the door.
Was he taking a bath.
Realising he would need clothes sinc
