The loss of contact was immediate.
Noticeable.
Iva swallowed softly but said nothing.
Caleb stood and walked toward the bathroom without a word, his expression unreadable again, the intensity from before now hidden beneath a layer of control he had rebuilt piece by piece.
The sound of running water filled the silence.
A minute later, he returned.
In his hand—a warm, damp towel.
Iva blinked slightly, caught off guard as he approached her again, his movements quieter now, less forceful, almost… considerate.
He handed it to her without a word.
And that simple gesture—
It made her blush.
Deeply.
A warmth spread across her cheeks as she took it, suddenly aware of everything again, of the closeness they had shared, of how vulnerable she felt now despite everything that had happened b
