Heather turned the shower knob until the water was hot enough to fog the glass.
Steam filled the room quickly, curling over the smooth marble tiles and clinging to the mirrors.
She stepped in, letting the hot water pour over her skin like a second skin. Her shoulders sagged as the tension melted off one inch at a time.
It had been a long day. Too long. She rubbed the shampoo into her scalp with more force than she needed.
Maybe if she scrubbed hard enough, she could wipe away the memory of Caius holding her underwear like it was a trophy.
Or maybe it was the smile on his face — the one that said he was enjoying every moment of making her uncomfortable.
Disgusting.
And infuriating. And stupidly… well, charming in the worst possible way.
She rolled her eyes at the thought.
