Inside the locked bathroom, steam from the marble shower had already begun fogging the heavy glass mirror, curling in soft wisps against the tiles. The scent of jasmine soap hung thick in the humid air, doing little to calm the storm raging inside her.
Nina stood gripping the edges of the white porcelain sink, staring at her own flushed reflection. Her cheeks burned crimson, and her pulse still fluttered at her throat like a trapped moth beating against glass. She barely recognized the woman looking back at her… wide-eyed, disheveled, undone by a man she'd sworn to keep at arm's length.
This wasn't who she was. She had spent years building walls brick by brick, and somehow this infuriating man had found a crack in the mortar within days.
