Chapter 147

Harper

Not long after, the bathroom door finally creaked open. I lifted my head, expecting him to come out already dressed, just like I had.

Instead… he stepped out with only a towel wrapped low around his waist.

And my brain completely short-circuited.

Water still clung to his skin, sliding slowly down his chest, tracing the lines of muscle like it had all the time in the world. His hair was damp