Grace's POV.
A cloud of hot steam puffed out behind Alexis when she finally opened the bedroom door.
She must have been in there for about an hour and it showed.
Her hair was clean and straight again, and cascaded down the length of her back like a silk waterfall. Her skin had a certain kind of fresh glow to it and was no longer covered in dry, patchy blotches. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips plump and glossy, and her lashes long and dark.
I cringed a little on the inside when she stepped out wearing one of my skinny-fit jeans, a black tank top that she knotted in the back to make it fit even more snugly around her figure, and the only pair of high heals that I owned: black peep-toe stilettos.
I tried my best not to think about how much better my clothes looked on her.
The faint scent
