Sienna’s POV

After the class, Rhett came back.

At home, it started with the towel.

Not some metaphor. Not symbolic. A literal, physical towel.

Practice had drained me. My shoulders ached from running laps, my hair clung wet to my back, and all I wanted was a scalding shower before curling into bed. The house was quiet, the lights off as I walked into the house. I walked striaght to my room humming as I stripped off my suit and ducked into the bathroom letting the steam fill the space ...