Lucian pressed his back against the cool wall outside the bathroom, his enhanced senses picking up every little sound Scarlett made as she hesitated inside. A smirk played across his lips as he remembered their conversation from moments ago.
Now, standing outside, he could hear every rustle of fabric as she finally gave in to the inevitable. The soft thud of her hoodie hitting the floor. The whisper of her shirt being pulled over her head. His vampire senses betrayed him, bringing her scent to him in waves – a delicate mixture of rain, earth, and something uniquely Scarlett that made his throat tighten.
When the last pieces of clothing – her bra and underwear – hit the tile floor, Lucian had to physically shake his head to clear it. *What are you doing?* he chided himself. *Acting like s
