The next day, unable to resist, she knocked on Waylen's bedroom door. She needed answers...

The door swung open.

There stood Waylen, expressionless and scantily clad.

His upper body was bare and only a bath towel was wrapped around his lower body.

Droplets of water clung to the tips of his hair, cascading along the sharp contours of his face, eventually vanishing into the bath towel just below his abdomen, evaporating from the heat.