“Got it.

” Bryson turned to fetch her clothes.

His back turned to her, a wave of embarrassment washed over Hannah.

She bit her lip.

“You still haven’t told me what you’re doing here.

“It’s nothing urgent.

I just wanted to be here a bit early.

Bryson rummaged through the wardrobe, his hands brushing against fabric after fabric.

“I didn’t expect to find this.

Hannah massaged her temples wearily.

“I fell asleep in the bath.

I didn’t expect… things to get this out of hand.

finally pulled out a long, black

turned, holding the dress, his face etched with

I hadn’t shown up

fell to

“Well… I’d have died.

What else?”

was swift; he reached out, pinching her chin,

find that

resistance, and murmured

“I’m sorry.

I’m just exhausted.

the dress, his grip on her

dream about drowning in the

“Yes.

again, a sigh escaping

while since the last

Maybe it’s the stress.

more baths alone,” Bryson

him, her brows arching in

from bathing alone now? Really, Bryson, must you be so

“Overbearing?”

a

about finding you underwater, would I have to make such

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