Athena watched his tall figure disappear behind the door, the room suddenly feeling warmer, heavier with everything unsaid. She inhaled shakily and made her way to the bed, slipping under the blanket. Her body finally loosened in the soft mattress, exhaustion sinking into her bones.
Minutes passed.
The closet door finally opened.
Theodore stepped out, bare-chested, wearing only dark pants, a towel in hand as he dried his damp hair. Drops of water slid down his collarbone, disappearing into the defined lines of his torso.
Athena's breath caught, but she shut her eyes quickly, pretending to be asleep.
He paused, and glance at her. She was asleep, but why was her breathing so uneven? He didn't think too much about it. But, curiosity tugged at him…no, actually something deeper. He moved closer, quietly fear not to wake her up. He reached the edge of the bed. His eyes softened when he looked at her.
