Georgia's POV
"Nick, can we shower first? I feel sticky," I asked softly, and he gave me a quick nod.
Without hesitation, he began stripping off his clothes piece by piece as we walked into his en suite. And wow… he wasn't exaggerating—his bathroom was massive.
My jaw nearly dropped. "Two vanities? Is this bathroom made for couples?" I asked, eyeing the double sinks, the oversized shower, and the ridiculously large bathtub.
Nick's lips curved into that boyish smile of his. "My father is obsessed with having grandchildren. He gave me this penthouse as a gift right after high school. He asked me and Liam what we wanted. Instead of a car, we told him we wanted out of that toxic mansion. So, he gave us each a penthouse—probably thinking we'd sneak girls in here and, eventually, give him grandkids."
He chuckled. "And look at us now. I'm about to turn thirty-three on Sunday, Vicky's twenty-eight, and even Reagan's still single. My father is practically pulling his hair out."
