Chapter 27: The wrong time to regret...
Slater
My hands scrubbed through my wet hair as steam rolled off my shoulders, but the heat of the shower wasn’t enough to melt the image of the scar on Charis’s stomach.
I wish she would be more forthcoming about what truly happened in my absence. And it didn’t help that my body still hummed with desire for her after our intimate moment last night.
Despite everything that had happened between them, despite the accusations and misunderstandings, being close to her again had awakened feelings I’d tried so hard to bury.
I stepped out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around my hips, only to freeze in surprise when I saw my door was standing wide open.
What the hell?
"Charis?" I called out, stepping further into the room.
Looking around with growing confusion, I spotted her bag still on the bed – a clear indication that she should still be here.
"Charis?" I called out again, moving toward the small kitchenette area. "Where are you?"
The kitchenette was empty too. She couldn’t be in the bathroom either, I’d just come out of it. I was beginning to get alarmed now. I reached for my phone to call her, but halfway through the swipe to call, I stopped.
She didn’t have a phone here. There was no direct way to contact her.