I feel his chin resting on my shoulder. “You know, there’s a shower up there.”
I sigh. “You’re one determined man.”
He grins at me. “You got that right.”
We sneak up the steps like teenagers, holding our clothes to us and trying not to get caught. The shower makes me even more exhausted because Darian can’t seem to keep his hands to himself, and I don’t seem to be able to resist him when he touches me. After pulling on a robe, I run a brush through my wet hair, my light mood starting to fade rapidly.
I set the brush down on the dressing table and turn to look at Darian, who is sitting on the bed, reviewing a report sent to him by one of the Arrows.
“I have to go back to Arizona tomorrow.”
His head pops up. “What?” Setting aside his tablet, he starts to approach me. “Is it me? Did I d
