Stopping by the side of the bed, Leon spun around, his eyes sweeping the room for the black hoodie he discarded that evening.
At that same moment, the bathroom door clicked open. A cloud of steam billowed out, carrying the same sharp floral scent.
A thudding sound erupted as two soft feet slammed on the pink mat at the front of the door.
A low hum erupted as a lady wrapped in a standard-issue white towel appeared. The low hum intensified in a tuneless note while she patted her neck with a corner of the towel.
The hum died the moment she looked up.
Saliva snaked down Leon's throat when he saw the half-smiling and half-still expression of Zoe Qing in front of him.
The steam from the bathroom formed a fragrant veil that hung in the air between them.
Leon stood frozen, but his eyes remained in a loop of blinking.
The steam from the bathroom hung in the air between them like a fragrant veil.
