Blindsided

Nolan’s POV

The steam was still curling from my hair as I stood in front of the mirror, towel slung low on my waist. I rubbed a hand across my face, eyes heavy. Long day. My shirt was already laid out on the bed—white linen, and my pants, black and soft. I dressed slowly. One leg, then the other. I buttoned my shirt halfway before walking to the nightstand to grab my phone.

A soft knock came, “Sir