Leonidas sighed, gently withdrawing himself from Brooke and setting her gently on her feet in the shower.
“We’d better get going soon,” he said, turning around to finish washing up.
“Okay,” she replied softly, unsure of what to make of his behavior, which seemed to be growing distant once again.
He’s hot one minute, and the next he’s ice cold, she thought in bewilderment, taking one last glance at him from behind. The water ran down his body, tracing the lines of his muscles on his pale skin.
She grabbed a towel off the rack before stepping out, drying herself off before tying it around herself. Crossing over to the counter, she began to quickly comb her hair and continue with her morning routine.
The shower turned off, and she could see Leonidas’ arm reaching through the gap in
