ANASTASIA’S POV

Ivan froze as he continued to stare at me.

My phone continued to buzz in his hand, but he didn’t pay any attention to it.

Neither did I.

My breath caught somewhere in my chest. Not because I was embarrassed, but because the look in his eyes wasn’t one I’d ever seen before. Not on him.

He blinked hard, looked away, then turned swiftly on his heel. “Sorry—I didn’t mean to—” His voice trailed off as he stepped out and shut the door behind him.

I stood there for another second, my heart beating faster than it should.

What the hell just happened?

I grabbed my robe on...