LUTHER’S POV

The bathroom still smelled of lavender and eucalyptus when I stepped out, Sienna trailing behind me, wrapped in nothing but a thin towel and a nervous little scowl that made me want to reach out and smooth every worry from her shoulders. My chest still hummed with the aftermath of that absurd, ridiculous ritual. Absurd—but effective. The way she had splashed, the fake moaned, the way we had both played it out like performers on some invisible stage… it had been humiliating, ...