My hand slid down his arm as he left, and even though his expression was still cold, he gave my hand a quick squeeze before leaving me alone, so brief, I wondered if I’d only imagined it. The bedroom door shut quietly behind him. For a long time after he left, I just stood there in the middle of the bathroom, wondering what the hell was happening between us. We’d marked each other deeply last night, and not just physically. And I knew I wasn’t the only one who felt it.

Straightening my spine and taking a deep breath, I combed out my wet hair and stuck it up on...