Marian's POV
"I'm not running," I shot back, though my voice sounded far less convincing than I intended. To prove my point, I stepped under the spray of the shower, letting the water soak through my hair and wash over my skin.
For a moment, it was just me and the water. But then Aiden stepped in, and suddenly the space felt much smaller. I could feel the heat radiating from him even through the steam, and I tried to focus on anything other than the fact that we were in a shower together.
"So… Do you do this often?" I asked, hoping to break the tension.
"Shower? Yes, Marian. Every day," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
"You know what I mean," I grumbled, turning my back to him.
Aiden chuckled, and I felt the vibrations of his laugh even without looking at him. "You're cute when you're flustered, you know that?"
"I'm not flustered," I lied, my cheeks burning.
