Camila’s POV
I stood in front of his hotel room, my shoulders hunched in defense, and my hand pushed into the pocket of my black jeans jacket as I waited for the door to be opened.
Zion had asked me to meet him here today, but that wasn’t the important thing right now. I just wanted to know why he did what he did.
I was sure he didn’t think I would ever find out, but I did. He was taking too long to answer since I rang the damn bell, and it made me wonder if the doorbell was broken. When the door swung open, I saw why he hadn’t been able to open on time.
It was as if he had just emerged from a steam-filled bathroom with how there were droplets of water glistening on his skin, catching the soft light of the room behind him.
He must have been having a shower when I arrived and it was
