"Now relax. Enjoy the bath while I apply your medicine," he said, voice warm. "And by the way... I love that you're not shy around me anymore."
Relax? How am I supposed to when you're being this way around me? Just what the hell are you thinking now Dimitri? Acting all sweet when you're dangerous. Sorayah thought to herself as she swallowed hard.
"Your Highness..." Sorayah mumbled, her voice soft and uncertain, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink. Embarrassment prickled her skin as she instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, turning away ever so slightly. Though she still wore her undergarments, a thin white gown. The fabric clung to her damp skin, outlining the soft curves of her breasts.
But Dimitri leaned closer, his gaze unwavering. Gently, he took her hands and moved them aside, his touch both firm and reverent.
