The water ran cold by the time I got out. I dressed in the clothes he left for me. The enormous shirt swathed me to my knees. Boxer shorts that barely hung to my waist. His scent enveloped me. That heavenly aroma of sweet oranges.

That delightful citrusy spice coiled my stomach into blissful knots.

I dried my curls, so they didn’t drip over the tile. My shoulders heaved with exhaustion. It had been a long night. One that felt inevitable. One of my hands slowly pushed open the ...