The soft, rhythmic hiss of the shower finally cut out in the master bathroom, leaving the penthouse suite in a peaceful, quiet stillness.
A few minutes later, the door swung open, and William stepped out into the bedroom, enveloped in a faint cloud of steam and the crisp, masculine scent of his sandalwood body wash.
He had completely shed the rigid, imposing armor of the CEO.
His damp, dark hair was slightly tousled, falling carelessly over his forehead, and he had pulled on a pair of comfortable heather-gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, leaving his broad chest and shoulders bare. The thick white medical wrapping around his left ribs was a stark reminder of how close I had come to losing him, but seeing him move with his usual fluid strength made the tight knot in my chest loosen completely.
