“Ender?”her voice drifted in through the steam.
“Yeah, baby?”I called back.
“Can you sing?”
I laughed, loud and unrestrained.“No.”
“Yes,” she said, amused.“I need to go to the bathroom.”
I shook my head and belted out two intentionally awful verses ofHappy Birthdayjust to make her laugh.
“You can stop now,” she called when the toilet flushed.
“Sleep good?”I asked.
Silence.
“Clove?”I tried again.
Nothing.
I frowned and reached up, pulling the shower curtain back and nearly lost my damn mind.
She was standing there.
Naked.
Steam curled around her body like it was trying to hide her from me, but it didn’t stand a chance.My eyes dragged over her without permission, heat slamming into me so fast my breath punched out of my lungs.
She was beautiful.
Soft curves.Smooth skin.Confidence in the way she stood there like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
And my body reacted instantly.“Goddamn,” I growled.
Her lips curved.“Want some company?”
My jaw clenched.“Clove,” I said slowly, deliberately, “you’ve got five seconds to put your clothes back on.”
“And what if I don’t?”she asked.
The words ripped out of me before I could stop them.“You’re mine.”
She should’ve run.
Should’ve laughed and backed away.
Should’ve doneanythingexcept what she did next.
She stepped forward, slid into the shower, and pulled the curtain shut behind her.
“I think I like it right here,” she said softly.
My control snapped.
I caught her wrist gently but firmly, and my eyes locked on hers.“This is your last chance.”
Her gaze didn’t waver.“I don’t want a chance.”