She reached for the brush on the table and ran it through her hair, trying to focus on anything other than him.
She ended up spending the next fifteen minutes scrolling through her phone and very aggressively not thinking about Enzo.
But then the bathroom door swung open.
Her gaze snapped up.
Enzo stepped out, his figure framed by a small cloud of steam. He wore a white fluffy robe, loosely tied at the waist, revealing just enough of his collarbone and chest to make her feel like she should not be looking. A towel was slung over his neck, the ends hanging against his damp chest. His hair, wet from the shower, curled slightly at the ends, making it look shorter than usual.
For some damn reason, Adeline couldn't look away. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she patted her palms nervously against her lap, trying to act casual.