Christian’s POV
I got out of the shower and quickly dried off my body before wrapping my towel around my waist. In my rush to get away from my mate so that I wouldn’t pounce on her, I forgot to grab clothes to change into. I was a little nervous about walking into my room in just a towel, but I didn’t have much of a choice, so instead of dwelling on it, I took a deep breath and opened the door, heading directly into my closet, clutching my towel to my waist.
As soon as I entered my closet, I froze in place. My mate was sitting on the floor in front of my box of sketchbooks, one of them in her hand. I felt my towel slide down my hips a little as my grip on it loosened, and my mate’s eyes instantly snapped toward me, staring at where the towel now sat on my hips.
My brain was telling me t
