CLARE – POV
I finished bathing—not too quickly, but not nearly as indulgently as I would've liked either. I wanted to soak in that tub for hours, maybe even fall asleep there and pretend the world didn't exist.
But I didn't trust Blaze not to barge in again.
Not with that smug, fang-baring grin and those insufferably dark, lust-ridden eyes like I was some rare delicacy. He would come in, pretend to be checking on me, then refuse to leave like a deranged vampire with boundary issues.
So no, relaxation wasn't exactly in the cards.
Yeah, the bath was incredible. Warm, bubbled, scented like something only rich people had access to. But peace? That was a different story.
Eventually, I climbed out and found a robe hanging conveniently nearby. Soft, thick, smelling faintly like pine and something darker — probably Blaze. Of course it did. He owned everything in this room.
I wrapped it tight, bracing myself for another round of "Where the hell am I?" and peeked out the bathroom door.
