That's a good suggestion.
So dinner had no choice but to turn into a late-night snack.
Sierra Summers finished showering in the bathroom, lazily using a towel to dry her damp hair as she slowly walked out, a slight rosy hue still warming her cheeks.
She casually glanced up; Caleb Sterling wasn't in the room. Sierra stopped in her tracks, knitted her brows slightly, and looked around. The bedsheets had been changed, and the curtains were drawn.
The ambiguous atmosphere in the room had dissipated as well.
Sierra paused at the doorway for a moment before heading outside.
She reached the door and opened it, only to bump her head against Caleb Sterling's chest, and the man immediately stretched out a hand to wrap around her waist, effortlessly encircling Sierra.
Sierra's expression shifted as she covered her forehead, the towel falling down to her neck.
She took two steps forward.
Her shoes met Caleb Sterling's, intimately close, just like the relationship between their owners.
