Chapter 50

• Claire's POV
• I tied my shortest towel again. The one Nathan had threatened to throw in the bin last time. Whatever. His house had hot water, golden taps, and a shared bathroom that practically sparkled like a celebrity’s Insta post. I wasn’t sneaking this time. I walked in like I paid rent here.
• The bathroom greeted me with the same royal air—the gold-accented jacuzzi, the expensive soap I still didn’t know how to pronounce, and the huge mirror that had no business being that clean. I dropped my toiletries on the counter, glanced around once for good measure—no Nathan in sight—then hopped in.