AURORA’S POV
“Wow, this place is nice,” I said, looking around Owen’s apartment.
It was a bachelor’s pad, all stainless steel, black leather, and dark wooden furniture. No décor to signify a female’s touch. Other than one abstract, colorful painting of a wolf on the wall in the living room area. “Thanks, it could use a feminine touch, though,” Owen said from behind me.
“You read my mind,” I laughed. “Now, where’s the restroom?”
He stepped forward, gesturing at two doors across the apartment. “It’s the one on the left.”
“Thanks.”
I made a beeline for the door, wanting to hurry up and leave. I wasn’t close enough to Owen to be alone in his apartment. But this was just a quick bathroom break that couldn’t have waited.
The bathroom was as bland as the rest of the apartment. Except for a
