Luckily, Kathrine was spared.
Even though Ethan had made no effort to hide his desire, he eventually pulled away, pressing a soft kiss to her temple before rising from the bed.
The moment he realized just how drained she was, he chose restraint over indulgence, leaving her wrapped in warmth and exhaustion rather than pushing for more.
She lay there for a few minutes after he left the room, listening to the faint sounds of movement somewhere in the condo. The steady rhythm of her breathing slowly returned to normal before she finally pushed herself up.
Kathrine freshened up quickly, splashing water on her face and tying her hair into a loose knot. When she stepped out of the room, she was wearing one of Ethan's oversized shirts. It hung off her shoulder, the hem brushing her thighs, far too big for her yet strangely comforting.
She paused mid-step and lifted the fabric to her nose.
"I smell like him," she muttered softly, sniffing again as if to confirm it.
