Chapter Twelve

“Honey, I’m home.” Deagan’s voice traveled to where Aria was rinsing her hair under the warm spray of water. 

“I’m in the shower, make yourself comfortable,” she shouted back with a smile on my face. He seemed to be making good use of the key she’d given him.

Once her hair was product-free, she shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, expertly navigating the steamy room to find her towel. Behind her trailed a puff of steam as she emerged from the bathroom and Deagan feasted on the image of her glistening body wrapped in only a towel from his comfortable position on her bed.

“I could get used to this view, I should show up earlier every time we go out,” Deagan smirked and she rolled her eyes.

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