Zara’s POV
We clean up in silence, but it’s not awkward, it’s . . . comfortable. Gerrard washes my hair for me, and I scrub his back before we step out, wrapping ourselves in the huge fluffy towels that hang on my towel rail and he leads me out into my bedroom.
Leading me toward the bed, he makes me sit before heading to his clothes that litter my floor, and fishing in the pocket of his pants for his cell and pulling it out.
He types out a text, flicking his gaze toward me a couple of times, smirking at the curiosity I know is all over my face before placing the cell on the dresser and grabbing the remote for the tv that hangs over the top.
‘Are you going to tell me? Or am I going to have to beat it out of you?’ I ask as he lies down on the right side of my bed, his side, the side I ha
