By the time I finally peeled myself off the bed and stumbled into the bathroom, Maeve had already vanished, which was both a relief and an irritation.
A relief, because I wouldn't have to suffer through more of her bullshit, and an irritation because she had definitely left just to avoid dealing with me.
Still, that meant I could take my time. And damn, did I need to take my time.
The hot water was heavenly, washing away the remnants of sleep, my irritation, and—most importantly—any lingering thoughts about certain abs and tattoos.
I stood there longer than necessary, letting the heat soak into my skin. If Maeve could take her sweet time prancing around half-naked, then I could at least enjoy a peaceful shower.
When I finally stepped out, my body felt less tense, and my mind was clear. I dried off, pulled on warm clothes—thick sweater, insulated leggings, and a fluffy jacket because I refused to freeze my ass off—and left the room, heading toward the dining hall.
