She opened the bathroom door quietly, hoping maybe he had fallen asleep.
But she was wrong as Xander lay sprawled across the bed like he owned the entire world. His head propped up on one strong arm, golden eyes tracking her with a lazy sort of intensity that made her heartbeat hitch. The dim lamplight painted golden shadows over the hard angles of his body. Muscles coiled beneath his thin shirt, ink peeking from under the sleeve on his arm. His dark hair was tousled, lips slightly parted in amusement like he’d been expecting her show.
He looked like sin—alive, breathing, watching her like prey.
Lyra instinctively tugged the shirt down over her bare thighs. The fabric still smelled like him and Kyson—deep, Alpha-scented, warm. It clung slightly to her damp skin, and she knew it wasn’t h
