Her gaze remained fixed on the bathroom wall as the sound of rustling clothes echoed softly in the air. Violet refused to turn back toward Cain, not until the gentle splash of water signaled he had stepped into the tub. Even then, she kept her eyes averted, staring intently at the tiles, waiting until the foam of soapy water obscured every inch of him.
"You act like you've not seen me naked before," Cain remarked, his voice lazy, yet tinged with amusement. He leaned back into the tub, his arms draped casually over its edges. His piercing gaze settled on her, studying her expression as if expecting her to falter.
