Marcus stepped out of the shower, towel slung loosely over his shoulders, with his thoughts drifting almost immediately to Willow.
She was already his woman. That fact alone still felt unreal sometimes. If things continued the way they were going, maybe he could persuade her to move somewhere closer to him. It would make everything easier. Seeing each other would not require planning, excuses, or long trips across campus.
The idea lingered longer than expected.
Just thinking about her, the quiet elegance she carried and the effortless charm that always surrounded her, made him reach for his phone without hesitation. Before he could reconsider, he placed the call.
"Marcus."
Her face appeared on the screen.
