Chapter 53: God, I Love This

ANNABEL

He drops me gently, my toes brushing the cool marble floor.

The shower's already running, steam curling up like silk ribbons, warm and inviting, fogging the air with a soothing haze that wraps around us like a cocoon.

I swear, I hadn't noticed how absolutely massive this bathroom was until now—gleaming marble floors that look like they cost more than my entire dorm, Italian tiled walls that shimmer under the soft lighting, a golden bathtub that looks ...