Music Recommendation: Beautifully Unfinished by Ella Henderson.
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Adele walked out of her bathroom, the faint scent of lavender and steam trailing after her.
Her damp hair clung to her shoulders, with droplets slipping slowly down the length of her neck and disappearing beneath the loose fabric wrapped around her body.
She didn't look up immediately. She felt him already from the second he walked into her chamber.
Her steps slowed in recognition. Then she lifted her gaze, and there he was.
Torak.
Seated on her bed like he belonged there. He sat there like the silence between them hadn't stretched thin enough to snap.
Adele stopped for only a fraction of a second. Then she kept walking, unbothered, unmoved, and untouched by his presence.
"Whatever you have to say," she said, her voice even, "be quick… and leave."
Torak's jaw tightened.
He took his leg off the bed and leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on his thighs. "I haven't seen you for five days."
