Chapter 45

Maeve’s POV

The steam followed me out of the bathroom, a ghostly trail that dissipated into the cooler air of the bedroom.

I was wrapped tightly in my fluffiest towel, the terrycloth damp against my skin, my hair dripping onto my shoulders.

I had spent twice as long as usual under the spray, trying to scrub away the feeling of Lucas’s fingers on my chin and the lingering heat of his gaze.

The room