Chapter 13
Vanya
His smile faltered. It dropped so fast it was like watching a light go out.
He hesitated, eyes flickering toward the bathroom door just as it creaked open. Kross stepped out, towel draped low around his waist, another in his hand as he rubbed it through his damp, tousled blond hair. His body looked like it had been sculpted from marble—broad shoulders, carved abs, muscles moving beneath skin like poetry in motion.
But I wasn’t the only one staring.
Justin… was too.
My brow furrowed.
He was watching Kross like he forgot I was even in the room. Eyes intense. Focused. Almost… vulnerable.
Was he—?
Kross caught our gaze, his blue eyes narrowing like icy blades. He didn’t say a word. Just glared at both of us before walking out of the room without sparing a backward gla
