He's back?
Sophie Sullivan was slightly dazed. She sat up blankly, not knowing what to do next.
Thomas Shannon came to the bedside. He leaned down, lifted her chin, and stared deeply into her eyes.
After a moment, he let go.
Seemingly sighing, he said nothing and turned to enter the bath chamber.
The warmth of his fingertips on her chin was slowly fading.
Sophie frowned. When did Thomas Shannon become so reasonable?
She got out of bed, took his sleep gown from the wardrobe, and went to the bath chamber doorway. "Thomas Shannon, your sleep gown."
The bath chamber door opened. An arm covered in water droplets reached out and grabbed her wrist.
Before Sophie could react, she lost her balance and was pulled into the bath chamber by a forceful tug.
BANG!
The bath chamber door closed. Her back was pressed tightly against it, and before her was the man's hard, burning chest.
His chest heaved. With each inhale and exhale, scorching breath sprayed onto her cheeks.
