Chapter 51

Aisha's pov I stepped out of the steaming bathroom with my towel wrapped tightly around me. The cool air from the bedroom brushed against my heated skin, prickling goosebumps across my arms. My body felt lighter, more relaxed after the long shower, but the strange urgency from my wolf still lingered like a buzz under my skin. I didn't know what to do about it. Should I just go or wait? I was in a state of dilemma. I had barely started drying my hair when the door opened without a knock. Simon. He leaned casually against the frame, dressed in dark jeans and a fitted charcoal shirt, the sleeves rolled just enough to expose his strong forearms. His hair was tousled like he'd run a hand through it in frustration—or temptation. Those storm-gray eyes of his locked on me with a smirk that practically undressed me all over again. "You really should lock your door," he said, voice low and lazy. "And you really should learn to knock," I countered, arching an eyebrow, but I didn't move to cover m