Aria’s POV
Same Evening
The office bathroom was surprisingly huge and luxurious, the walls were steamy from the shower we’d just shared.
Ethan had insisted on washing me himself, his hands were soft and they lingered longer than necessary, like he was trying to erase every last trace of soap from my skin. I let him. I needed it.
Now we were both dressed again, with our hair damp and skin still flushed. He was toweling the last drops from my neck when his phone buzzed on the marble counter.
"Just a second," He said, kissing my forehead lightly, leaving a burning sensation.
He glanced at the screen, and something soft crossed his face, he was such a sweet man.
“It’s Grandma,” he said, answering with a warmth in his voice I hadn’t heard before. “Hey, Nana… Yeah, I’m still at the offic
