Immediately, she pressed her fingers against her mouth and shook her head hard.
“Get a grip,” she whispered to herself in frustration. “What the hell is wrong with your brain?”
She dragged a hand down her face dramatically before glaring toward the bathroom.
“You’re literally sore all over, and somehow you’re still staring at him like he’s a whole buffet.”
She groaned at herself in embarrassment before quickly climbing out of bed. Bending down stiffly, she grabbed her clothes from the floor and hurriedly slipped her dress back on.
“What the fuck is wrong with me…” she muttered again while fixing the straps over her shoulders.
She ran her fingers through her messy hair before exhaling deeply, trying to calm herself down.
“I keep giving in because my mind still hasn’t caught up to the divorce,” she tried to reason with herself. “Part of me still feels like he’s my husband.”
Her lips pressed into a thin line.
“He’s dangerously good at sex,” she thought irritably. “I just need to stop reacting to him so easily and get myself back under control whenever he touches me.”
She grabbed her bag from the chair and straightened her posture.
“This won’t work if I keep giving in every single time,” she whispered firmly to herself. “I need to wake up and stop letting him affect me like this.”
But despite her words, her eyes drifted back toward the bathroom one more time.
The blurred figure behind the fogged glass moved again beneath the running water.
Amara instantly looked away, heat rushing to her face as she quickly hurried out of the room, escaping almost as if she had just committed a crime.
A few moments later, the bathroom door finally opened.
Elias stepped out with water still dripping down his skin. Damp strands of hair clung to his forehead, and a towel hung low around his waist while another rested loosely in his hand.
As he walked into the bedroom, his eyes instinctively moved toward the bed.
Then he stopped.
The bed was empty.
The relaxed look on his face disappeared instantly.
“Amara?” he called casually at first.
No answer came.
His brows slowly furrowed.
He glanced around the room again before walking farther inside, but there was still no sign of her anywhere.
The realization hit him immediately.
“She already ran off?” he muttered darkly, irritation flashing across his face.
A frustrated laugh escaped him as he dragged a hand through his wet hair.
“This woman seriously can’t stay still for even one second.”
Annoyed, he tossed the towel in his hand onto the couch before striding out of the bedroom.
