Chapter 63: The Body Pillow That Stole My Heart
Ethan lingered a little longer in the bath, letting the warm water seep into his tired muscles. Every knot in his shoulders and ache in his legs, began to loosen under the soothing heat. Steam curled lazily around him, carrying the faint scent of lavender from the oils added, filling the room with a calming haze.
When he finally stepped out, wrapping himself in a towel, he moved toward his room, expecting the familiar quiet. But as he approached the door, he noticed it was locked. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth—Lirael had obviously returned before him.
He rapped gently on the door.
"Wait a moment! I'm getting ready!" came a flustered voice from within, carrying a hint of panic.
Ethan raised a brow and leaned casually against the wall, waiting. Moments later, a soft metallic clink sounded, followed by a voice tinged with nervous excitement:
"Y-you… may enter. I'm ready."
He pushed the door open—and froze.
