CHAPTER NINETY-SIX ROUTINE

JADE’S POV I heard the shower running this morning, but unlike I usually do, I didn't get up; I was too tired to, so I just rolled around lazily to cover myself a bit more. Thanks to him, my head wasn't pounding as much as it was supposed to, but I still felt a slight vibration. Please remind me to never drink again. I open my eyes a bit when I hear the water stop, and I widen them a little more when I see him getting out with just a towel around his waist. Thinking about it now, I don't blame Vivian or any other woman who was trying to snatch him away from me because, look at him, he was the epitome of raw masculinity—the way his back muscles flexed with every movement of his hand on his hair as he was drying it, the defined and well-built curves on his torso... I mean, if I were ovulating right about now, then I would let him do the most deranged and unimaginable thing—slap myself in the face to stop this from going any further than it's supposed to; if it went any longer, then