SIENNA’S POV

For a moment after I agreed, the whole bathroom felt too quiet. The kind of quiet where even the candle flames seemed to pause, like they wanted front-row seats for whatever was about to happen.

Luther didn’t move right away.

He just stood there near the counter, looking at me with this unreadable expression—soft around the edges, tense in the jaw, like he wasn’t sure whether to approach or apologize again. His eyes flicked to the tub, then to the floor as if he was ...