FREYA'S POV
The shower helps clear my head. Sort of.
I stand under the hot spray trying very hard not to think about what just happened in Adrian's bed. About his hands on me. About the sounds I made. About how easily he took me apart.
My body still feels sensitive. Alive. Every nerve ending is buzzing.
I wash quickly and get dressed in clothes from the guest room. Jeans and a soft sweater. Normal clothes that make me feel more like myself.
When I come downstairs the smell of coffee and bacon hits me immediately. My stomach growls loud enough that I am surprised the entire building cannot hear it.
Adrian is in the kitchen. He changed too. Dark jeans that fit way too well. A fitted black shirt that shows off every muscle. His hair is still damp from his shower.
He looks up when I wal
