Chapter 207

The message on Vivian's phone screen made her ears burn.

"Isabella Langley!" She typed furiously. "Who wants to shower with him? We're just stuck in the same room!"

The reply popped up instantly. "A man and woman alone together? Skip the shower and just pounce already."

Vivian's fingers hammered the screen. "I don't feel anything for Ethan Roscente anymore!"

"Really? Who was the one staring at his open collar last time?" Isabella sent a winking emoji. "That CEO physique though..."

Vivian nearly threw her phone.

The shower sounds stopped abruptly.

Steam billowed out as the bathroom door opened. Ethan emerged with only a towel around his waist. Water droplets trailed down his collarbone, tracing paths over his sculpted abs.

Vivian's breath hitched.

"My clothes got wet." Ethan towel-dried his hair, droplets splashing onto Vivian's hand. The contact made her flinch.

She turned away sharply. "Couldn't you call room service for new ones?"

"Typhoon. Services are down."

Vivian pulled the blanket higher, curling into herself. Ethan's cedar scent mixed with steam, invading her senses.

"What's so great about this stupid island anyway?" she muttered. "Too many tourists, not enough rooms."

Ethan paused mid-motion. He didn't tell her this island's nickname was "Lovers' Isle" - where couples who stayed overnight were said to last forever.

Water dripped from the towel's edge, darkening the carpet. Vivian's gaze flickered downward before snapping away.

"See enough?" Ethan's voice cut through the silence.

Vivian bristled like a startled cat. "I wasn't looking!"

His low chuckle sent a droplet rolling down his throat. Vivian stared fixedly at the ceiling, her pulse roaring in her ears.

Outside, the storm battered the windows as if trying to break through.