I enter the room expecting to find Ember still wrapped up in the sheets, just as I had left her. Instead, the bed is already made, the blankets smooth and tucked. For a moment, disappointment flickers in my chest, but then I hear the faint sound of water droplets hitting the tiled floor from the bathroom. My heart leaps in anticipation.
A moment later, the door opens, and Ember steps out, her body wrapped in a towel that clings to her curves. Another towel is draped over her shoulders as she rubs at her damp, fiery red hair. Her skin glows from the heat of the shower, and wisps of steam still cling to her, giving her an almost ethereal look.
She's breathtaking.
The sight of her stops me in my tracks, stealing the air from my lungs. My wolf stirs, purring with satisfaction at seeing our mate, but it's more than just the bond. She's beautiful in a way that makes the world stop spinning, her every movement effortlessly drawing me in.
