[Meredith].
I leaned my head back against the rim of the tub and closed my eyes, letting the day drain out of me inch by inch.
And that was when I sensed him along with his familiar scent.
I opened my eyes slowly, and there Draven was, leaning against the doorframe, watching me with that familiar look that made my heart forget how to behave.
"Are you done pretending I'm not here?" he asked lightly.
Heat crept up my neck instantly. "You have knocked to draw my attention," I muttered.
"I did," he said. "But you didn't answer."
I shifted in the water, suddenly far too aware of myself. "That doesn't mean you are allowed to watch secretly."
His lips curved. "You didn't say I couldn't."
I huffed, sinking a little lower in the tub, though the gesture was useless. My ears felt warm, embarrassingly so.
Draven pushed himself off the door frame and stepped closer, his voice softer now. "You look exhausted."
"I am," I admitted before I could stop myself.
