The sound of running water filled the spacious bathroom, steam curling around the glass walls like a seductive veil. Scarlett stood under the shower, her back turned, completely unaware—or so Ezra thought.
Leaning casually against the doorframe, Ezra's eyes roamed over her glistening body, every curve etched in his memory. God, he had seen her like this countless times, touched every inch, kissed every shadow—but still, it wasn't enough. It would never be enough.
His gaze lingered, lips twitching into a smirk. She was the kind of addiction he didn't want to recover from.
As if sensing him, Scarlett turned slightly, water dripping from her hair as she caught sight of him in the mirror. Her eyes rolled with mock annoyance. "Seriously, Ezra, you need a hobby."
He chuckled shamelessly and strolled over, grabbing her towel from the rack with zero guilt in his stride. "Having you underneath me twenty-four seven is the kind of hobby I want."
