The wrong time to regret...

Slater

My hands scrubbed through my wet hair as steam rolled off my shoulders, but the heat of the shower wasn't enough to melt the image of the scar on Charis's stomach.

I wish she would be more forthcoming about what truly happened in my absence. And it didn't help that my body still hummed with desire for her after our intimate moment last night.

Despite everything that had happened between them, despite the accusations and misunderstandings, being close to her again had awakened feelings I'd tried so hard to bury.

I stepped out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around my hips, only to freeze in surprise when I saw my door was standing wide open.

What the hell?

"Charis?" I called out, stepping further into the room.

Looking around with growing confusion, I spotted her bag still on the bed – a clear indication that she should still be here.