Eve woke to the sound of running water.
She blinked sleep from her eyes and registered that she was alone in bed.
Damian and Silas's sides already cold, meaning they'd been up for a while. But Damon's scent was still fresh in the room, which meant he was close.
The shower.
Eve sat up, listening to the water running in the ensuite bathroom. Steam was already drifting through the partially open door, and she could see Damon's silhouette through the frosted glass of the shower enclosure.
Something hot and needy stirred low in her belly.
She should let him shower in peace. Should get dressed and go downstairs for breakfast. Should be productive.
Instead, Eve found herself sliding out of bed and padding barefoot toward the bathroom.
The steam hit her immediately, warm and humid, making her skin feel hypersensitive. She stood in the doorway for a moment, just watching.
