Kaelon

The soft sound of the bathroom door creaking open drew my attention, and I turned to see her stepping out.

My pulse quickened.

Liv stood there, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders, a plush towel barely covering the curves of her body.

Her flushed cheeks betrayed her embarrassment as she realized I was still in the room.

“Damn it,” she muttered under her breath, clutching the towel tighter around her chest. Her wide eyes darted toward the door, ...