"I m more relaxed after my bath, warm and lazy from the hot soak and wrapped in a fluffy robe, carrying my clothes. I leave his room and head back towards my own for tonight. Head full of things I want to say to him and lost in how I m going to convince him that going home is not what s best for me anymore. I ve managed to push all the other stuff aside, boxed it in the we will evaluate later area of my overly crowded brain. I need to prioritize not going home first."
I jump when his voice comes from right behind me.
It s late; maybe we should go to bed and talk over breakfast.
"I spin on him as he dumps his car keys on the table and hauls off his hoody to reveal a t-shirt molded to that hunky frame. Tattoos peeking at the neckline and the sleeve down one arm that makes his m
