It had been a long day for you at work, people constantly grating on your every last nerve. Without so much of a kiss on the cheek, you brushed past Rowan and made a beeline to the bathroom, drawing a bath in hopes to relax.

Frowning at your rather brief and irritated hello, Rowan picked up the bookmark you'd given him, marking his page. He set the book aside, making his way to the bathroom, knocking on the door and pressing his ear to it. "Darling? Can I come in?"