There’s a beat, then she smiles, just slightly. “You coming in? You already showered. I didn’t.”
I huff out a quiet breath. “Yeah…sounds like you should probably fix that.”
She tilts her head, eyes flicking over me.
“Unless,” she says, softer now, “you want to join me?”
That lands.
I don’t answer right away.
Just hold her gaze for a second longer than I probably should.
“Yeah,” I say with a grin. “What do you think? Of course I will.”
Inside, the house is quieter than before. Something feels different. Maybe it’s how we consecrated this place last night.
We get naked in her room, and she hands me a towel.
It’s utterly casual, almost domestic. I feel so comfortable around this woman, though.
She runs her hand over mine, then walks casually out of her room and into the bathroom.
The shower turns on, the water rushing.
And for a second, I just stand there, listening, and thinking about walking in.
“You coming, Logan?”
I huff out a quiet breath.
“Yeah.”
No chance I’m not.
I step into the bathroom, pushing the door open just enough to slip inside. Steam’s already starting to build.
She’s standing under the water, head tilted back, eyes closed as it runs over her skin.
For a second I just watch, until she opens one eye, catches me, and smiles.
“Thought you might bail.”
“Not a chance.”
I step in behind her, the water instantly warm against my shoulders.
She shifts slightly, making space for me like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Like I’ve done this a hundred times.
I haven’t, but it feels like I have. Like I’ve known her for way longer.
My hands find her waist, and I grip her lightly, enjoying the feel of her skin on my hands.
She leans back into me with a soft exhale.
“Hi,” she murmurs.
