Aaron stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, steam trailing behind him like a cloud. Droplets of water still on to his bod. He ran a hand through his damp hair as he looked around the room.
Raina was gone.
“So she left,” he muttered under his breath, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
He hadn’t expected her to stay anyway—not after how she stormed off the bed after he splashed her with water. She probably didn’t want to risk seeing him half-naked again, not after the tension and awkwardness they’d already endured. Maybe it was for the best.
He dried off quickly and made his way to the other side of the room, where his massive, luxurious walk-in closet stood like a fashion vault. As he flicked on the lights, the space came to life—soft yell
