TATE
WATER STILL CLUNG to my skin, dripping down my back, the towel cinched too tight around my waist. My pulse was already on edge, but seeing Eli sprawled on my bed like he belonged there shoved it into overdrive.
“I missed you,” he said again, all soft smiles and doe eyes, like I hadn’t heard him the first time.
My grip tightened on the towel. “Get the f**k out.”
His smile didn’t waver. He just tilted his head, curls falling into his face, and stood like this was casual. “I came to—”
“I don’t care.” I cut him off quickly, stepping toward the dresser where Enzo’s shirt still hung. If I could get something on, I’d at least stop feeling like bait. “Door’s that way. Use it.”
Eli moved instead, slow, careful like I was mouse he was trying to catch. “Tate—”
I turned, shirt half in my h
