The moment Terrence closed the bathroom door behind them, the air shifted—thick, warm, and heavy with something unspoken. Evelyn stood in front of the mirror, her fingers lightly grazing the edge of the sink as she caught her own reflection, but it was him she truly saw.

He was watching her.

Not casually, not playfully—but with an intensity that made her pulse stutter.

“Is it okay if we end up spending… about three hours in the shower?” he asked, his voice laced with mischief, ...