Chapter Thirty One

Leaving me in a haze of his passionate words, my husband headed into the bathroom. I stayed there, my spine plastered against the door and heart thudding wildly inside my chest. Only when he turned on the shower did I recollect myself.

I slipped out of my clothes and into the shirt he dumped on to the floor when he removed it. It still smelled like him and it somehow made me calmer than before.

I was brushing my hair when he walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist. His damp hair and defined abs definitely made me drop the brush but I looked away before it did and continued my nightly hair routine. When I set the brush down and turned to face him, he had already pulled on a gray sweatpants which hung low around his hips. Heat crawled over my skin. I brushed the messy tangles of my hair as he moved to one side of our bed, running his hand through his damp hair.

"Aren't you hungry?" I placed my brush on the dresser and moved over to my side of the bed. He looked way too tired