The door creaked open, and there Ruby stood, her damp hair falling over her shoulders, skin still dewy from a recent shower. A thin robe hung loosely over her frame, tied carelessly at the waist, exposing smooth thighs and the curve of her collarbone.

Naomi froze. Her throat tightened, words catching.

“Naomi,” Ruby said softly, her lips curving into a knowing smirk. “What are you doing here?”

“I—I came to give Noah his shirt. He left it at my place a very long time ago, ...