Chapter 60 Lasting Promises

The cold doorknob yields under my touch as I push the bathroom door open, clutching a towel to my body. A cool breeze kisses my heated skin, coaxing a small smile to my lips—a moment of odd contentment distracting me from what I know awaits.
Stepping into the bedroom, my eyes find Efrem. He sits on the sofa, tie and jacket draped over the armrest beside him—just as when I returned from seeing Ciana. A fresh glass of whiskey rests on his lap, his posture relaxed, legs parted, the top buttons of his shirt undone.
Our eyes meet, and for a moment, he has my undivided attention. Neither of us utters a sound.