Eliana stepped out of the bathroom, feeling a little steadier but still raw beneath her skin.
She towel-dried her hair as she walked toward his room, still wrapped in the soft robe he had left for her.
The quiet hum of the apartment wrapped around her, making the air between them almost hum with tension.
Nicky was in his room, near his closet, and the moment she entered, he practically jumped. He turned fast, his hands fiddling awkwardly with some papers.
"I'll, uh, I'll take my shower now," he said quickly, avoiding her eyes.
"Okay," Eliana said, blinking.
She realized too late that she hadn't asked him for a shirt to change into. Still wrapped in the towel, she sat carefully on the edge of his bed, deciding to just wait for him to finish.
But the way he'd been jumpy gnawed at her. Her gaze slid toward the closet where he had been standing.
She stood slowly, telling herself it was innocent—that she'd just find a shirt to borrow.
