Adina smoothed the edge of Thorne's shirt, her fingers trembling slightly as she fastened the clasp at his collar. This was one part of her duties she was thankful to have never done, dressing the king.
Well, today, all of her gratitude was thrown out the window because today, Thorne decided she was to dress him like she should've always done.
Now she stood before him, hands fitting his shirt, not daring to look at him. Joy when she could feel his gaze on her, hot and piercing. She swallowed hard, struggling to keep her fingers steady as she worked through his clothes.
No—she didn't like this particular work. Having him so near to her, his scent permeating through the remaining cells in her brain. It was torture.
Adina's breath felt shallow, caught somewhere between her chest and throat. His shirt slipped beneath her trembling fingers as she tried to fasten the last clasp. She dared not glance up, not when she could feel the intensity of his stare.
