FIA
I followed him into the bathroom.
Steam already hung in the air from the Omega having helped me draw a bath that I did not take earlier. When I dipped my fingers into the massive porcelain tub, the water was still warm.
Cian moved past me to adjust the temperature. He turned the taps, and fresh water poured in with a rush that echoed off the tile walls. The sound filled the silence between us while we both pretended we weren't acutely aware of each other's presence.
I reached behind me for what remained of my dress zipper and pulled it the rest of the way down. The fabric slipped off my hips and fell to the floor in a heap of ruined silk and dried blood. My underwear followed.
When I looked up, Cian had stopped moving.
His hands were frozen on the edge of the tub. His eyes tracked over me with an intensity that made heat pool low in my belly all over again. The bond thrummed between us and carried his desire so clearly I could taste it.
"You're staring," I said.
