The morning came and light filled the room, the crowds outside could still be heard outside. The mob had weathered the storm and were more incensed than ever in their chanting.
“Easton?” Rose called out, seeing that wasn’t in the bed. She could hear water in the bathroom running a bath, Rose was pleased to hear that he hadn’t left her alone.
Rose got out of bed, trying to ignore nausea she had in her stomach, “Easton? Why is the Holt so similar looking to the human world in house design?” Rose mused. He finished washing his face under the warm stream of water and opened the shower curtain, standing there fully nude, she couldn’t help but admire how sexy he looked as the water droplets ran down his toned chest and muscly arms.
He got a towel and dabbed his face dry, “I think it is a va
