KANE
he muttered, his voice lower, rougher than usual.
She quickly slid off the bed, heading straight for the bathroom. Kane sat up the moment she disappeared, adjusting himself with a frustrated groan before walking to the other bathroom.
Cold showers. He needed a cold shower.
Kane was sitting on the couch in his room when she finally walked in again.
And he nearly cursed out loud.
Her hair was loos. It cascaded down her back in thick, wild curls, reaching past her waist, the deep red strands still damp from her shower.