127. ANYTHING FOR HER

VINCENT

She wanted to plan a funeral of a man who I barely gave two shits about. And guess who was at the frontline, planning almost everything, setting up schedules.

Right, me.

I stared at my phone with a frown, wondering what had become of me.

Katerina stepped out of the shower in my t-shirt, drying her hair and as a result, causing the hem of the shirt to inch up higher than it originally was.

I stopped typing into my phone, my attention successfully snatched by her enthralling figure.

The fabric clung to her damp skin, the smell of her shampoo filling the room. It was intoxicating, more than it had any right to be. I sat there, phone forgotten in my hand, watching her like I didn’t have the self-control I was known for.

Katerina's eyes caught mine, a flicker of amusement crossing her face, like she knew exactly what she was doing. And maybe she did. She had always been able to get under my skin, push me past my limits.

I could feel the tension building in my chest, the war ins