Kaelen's POV
I jerked my gaze away so fast my neck cracked in protest. Heat blazed across my face like I'd been slapped. The embarrassment crashed into me like a freight train.
"Christ, I'm sorry," I stammered out. "I thought my mother was in here."
I heard her moving around behind me. The rustle of fabric. Her breathing slowly returning to normal.
"I should go," I added, already backing toward the door.
"Don't." Her voice had found its steady ground again. "It's fine. You can turn around now."
I waited a beat. Then slowly pivoted back toward her.
She'd wrapped the towel securely around herself now. Tucked it tight against her curves. Despite everything that had just happened, she looked completely composed.
"So is there an actual reason you burst into my room," she asked, "or did you just miss me that badly?"
The words hit me wrong. Made my entire body go tense.
"I thought my mother was in here tearing you apart," I said. "Guess I was wrong about that."
