He didn't want to rush it—just wanted to enjoy the moment of her quietly taking care of him.
Aurora pressed her lips together. "Alright then. I'll towel it off as much as I can, but once it's about 90% dry, using a hairdryer will help make it feel fresher."
"When it's 90% dry, we'll talk," Everett said with a grin.
He couldn't help but laugh.
He suddenly realized—he laughed the most when he was with Aurora. Even when he was annoyed, there were still moments of amusement… moments that felt right.
It wasn't like this with other women. With Gianna—or most women—he had zero interest in getting close.
Delilah? Just felt like a noisy little sister. Every time she talked, he just wished she'd shut up.
But with Aurora, he actually wanted her to talk more. Her voice felt like it seeped into his bones, into his bloodstream.
It made him feel… good.
"How long are you staying here this time?" Everett suddenly asked.
"Uh… about a week."
