I glanced at the bathroom door. Using his bathroom felt wrong. But what was I supposed to do? Grandma had made it clear. I was staying in this room, and we had to act like a couple.
I swallowed and grabbed my pajamas. I took a deep breath and pushed the bathroom door open, my body stiff with hesitation. I half-expected him to snap at me, to tell me I was taking too long or that I shouldn’t have used his bathroom at all. But to my surprise, he didn’t say anything.
When I looked back, he was still standing by the window, his back to me, staring out into the night.
The bathroom was huge. Everything was sleek, black marble and glass, with a shower big enough to fit three people. The scent of his cologne lingered in the air, and for some reason, that made me even more uncomfortable.
I shoo
