Inside the shower, Rain couldn't shake her lingering scent from his mind.
"Damn it, her scent is killing me," he muttered, trying to wash away his arousal, but it was no use. His desire for her was consuming him.
"I want us to do it here. But..." he trailed off, lost in his thoughts, the steam swirling around him amplifying his longing.
Daisy stared at her bowl, heat creeping up her neck.
"What was I supposed to do," she muttered to herself, hiding her face as she ate. "I had stupid thoughts about us showering together. Of course it took me thirty minutes. That's not my fault."
She shook her head, annoyed at herself—and very aware that this night was not going the way she'd expected.
After dinner, Daisy knocked on Rain's door.
No answer.
She checked the time—over forty minutes.
"Rain?" she called, pushing the door open.
Steam curled through the room. She could still hear the shower running.
She glanced around, then noticed a bathrobe tossed carelessly on the bed.
"Look who said I take too long to shower," she muttered.
Without thinking, she pulled it against her chest, inhaling his scent as she pressed it closer, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
A quiet breath brushed her ear.
"You really are a pervert, aren't you, kitten?"
She froze.
Rain stood behind her, hair damp, towel slung low around his waist, water still tracing lines down his skin. His presence alone sent a jolt through her.
She quickly placed the robe back on the bed. "It was on the floor. I was just… picking it up."
He didn't move away. Didn't stop smiling.
Rain's smirk remained, his gaze unwavering. "Really, kitten?" he challenged, his hand sliding under her loose t-shirt, fingers dancing over her skin. He cupped her through the soft fabric of her bra, thumb tracing slow circles that made the material tighten beneath his touch, while his other hand settled firmly at her waist. Daisy gasped, a soft moan escaping as pleasure shot through her. "Aren't you the real pervert here?" he taunted, his fingers squeezing and pinching, drawing out more needy sounds from her lips.
"I'm a pervert for you," she breathed, the words slipping out before she could stop herself.
Rain stiffened. His jaw tightened—not with amusement this time, but something darker, possessive.
"Then don't ever sneak into another man's room like that," he said quietly. There was no anger in his voice, but the warning was clear.
Daisy stepped back, the shift sudden. Her eyes narrowed, focus snapping back into place.
"So that shadow," she said slowly. "That was you, wasn't it? Why were you there?"
Rain exhaled, running a hand through his damp hair. "I was passing by," he said. "I saw you knocking on someone's door you barely know. It didn't sit right with me. So I stayed."
She studied him. "You were watching me."
"Yes," he admitted, without hesitation. "Because I don't trust him."
"Nick?" she asked.
Rain nodded. "He's not a good person, Daisy. I don't care how polished he looks or how convincing he sounds. Stay away from him." His gaze held hers, steady and firm. "I don't want you getting involved with someone like that."
For a moment, the room was quiet.
And Daisy realized this wasn't jealousy born from desire.
It was concern.