With some persuasion from Violet, I decided to freshen up before Lily arrived. For some reason unknown to me, I didn’t want to look so lesser than the beauty that was coming on my request.

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door the moment I dropped my towel on the chair beside the bathroom door.

I took a look at myself in the baggy pants and oversized t-shirt that still had the distinguished smell of Zion, even though obvious effort was put into getting rid of it. He didn’t want me to know that the clothes were his, maybe because he thought I wouldn’t wear them,...