Aria

Sunlight slashed through the thin curtains, stabbing my eyes when they fluttered open. I winced, blinking hard against the brightness until the room came into focus.

Grant's room.

Grant’s family estate. Right.

I stifled a yawn, but only halfway because that’s when the bathroom door creaked open and Grant walked in.

Towel low on his hips. Hair damp, tousled from the shower.

His skin was still glistening from the water. He was drying his hair with one hand, the white towel slung ...