Bailey
The steam from the warm shower I had, hadn’t settled when the door groaned open.
“About time, I was starv-” I pivoted toward the door, yearning to see Welwyn with a tray skillfully balanced on his hand but my eyes landed on Hallowell and my breath hitched in my throat. He was standing by the door, effortlessly breathtaking; his daunting presence as usual seemed to fill the whole room and I almost felt like I was suffocating.
I felt a heat within my core, not the good kind. It was like his eyes were peering into my soul, viewing every sinful act I had done with his brother yesterday. Was he here to express his displeasure towards me because of what I had done? I squirmed under his gaze.
“How have you been?”
I jittered a bit, the depth in his voice wasn’t something I was used t
