ZAYLAThe bathroom was an extension of the suite's luxury, sleek black marble, gold fixtures, and a sink wide enough for two. I stared at Zane briefly as we stood in front of the mirror, the usual warm glint in his eyes had returned, but wrapped with something darker, hooded even and indescribable. He hasn't said a word since we walked in here, which was very unlike Zane. But I shrugged and turned on the water faucet. Steam fogged the mirror as the warm water rushed out, the sound drowning out the pounding in my chest. He came behind me, close enough that I felt the heat radiating off him. It was just us. Him and me. In this spacious bathroom, yet his presence found a way to fill the whole space, making it feel small, Intimate even. Fighting the heat growing inside me, I turned and took his hands. I guided them under the steam, watching the water turn pink as it washed away the dried blood. Matteo's blood. Yes. Matteo's blood. "Zane," I muttered low, my voice breathy as I pumped so
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