When they finally stepped out, the bathroom was thick with steam and the quiet afterglow of what they had shared. Tang Fei wrapped herself in a thick towel while he did the same, the ordinary motions of drying off and dressing taking on a soft, almost luxurious ease.
She chose another light sundress, this one in a soft sea-green that complemented the island light, and paired it again with simple leather sandals.
Huo Ting Cheng dressed in the same understated, impeccably tailored style as the day before, watching her with open appreciation as she finished fastening the small gold anklet that still rested against her skin. The clasp clicked into place, and she glanced up to find his eyes on her—warm, possessive, tender.
"It suits you," he said.
"The anklet?"
"You wearing it." He crossed the room and took her hand, lifting it briefly to his lips. "I like seeing it on you."
She felt the heat rise to her cheeks despite everything they had done together. "You're incorrigible."
