Ethan nodded and sat down in the chair by the window. He listened to her move behind the closed door. Water running. A drawer opening. Toothbrush tapping the sink. The normal sounds were strangely intimate. Not loud, not rushed. Just her...existing.
When she came out, she looked different—not in a big way, but enough to make his chest tighten. An oversized t-shirt, bare legs, and a clean face. She looked softer, younger. Real.
"Your turn," she said.
He got up and brushed past her in the narrow space. Her scent hanged in the air—something sweet and wild—and followed him all the way to the sink. When he came back, she was under the blanket, just her eyes and the top of her head was showing. He knew the smell of his blanket would calm her before she even knew it.
"You can have t
