Kaelon
The soft sound of the bathroom door creaking open drew my attention, and I turned to see her stepping out.
My pulse quickened.
Liv stood there, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders, a plush towel barely covering the curves of her body.
Her flushed cheeks betrayed her embarrassment as she realized I was still in the room.
“Damn it,” she muttered under her breath, clutching the towel tighter around her chest. Her wide eyes darted toward the door, clearly contemplating an escape.
But I wasn’t about to let her go.
Taking a slow step forward, I closed the distance between us. Her breathing hitched as I reached out and gently tucked a stray strand of wet hair behind her ear.
My fingers lingered on her cheek, reveling in the warmth of her skin.
“You’re going to catch a cold
