Lucien woke up, only to find himself alone on the bed.
The sheets beside him were still warm, which meant Zayn had not been gone for long.
He stretched lazily, rubbing his eyes, and turned toward the clock on the nightstand.
Seven in the morning. Lucien groaned softly.
“early,” he muttered to himself.
He swung his legs off the bed and shuffled toward the bathroom, his mind still foggy from sleep. He didn’t bother to knock . The door creaked open and Lucien froze.
Right there, in the middle of the bathroom, Zayn stood under the shower spray, completely naked. Water streamed down his toned body, catching the light in droplets. Zayn turned at the sound, his eyes meeting Lucien’s in mild surprise.
Lucien’s gaze, against his better judgment, darted downward before his mind could even pr
