Adina sat in the shower, eyes closed. Her body was washed off the mud Thorne had thrown her in. A smile made its way to her lips as she remembered how they'd gotten back to the palace.
Thorne had carried her bridal style, ignoring every shocked look they received. Adina, on the other hand, had been so shy she hid her face in the crook of his neck. She was sure it was a sight to see, the two of them covered in mud.
The door creaked open behind her, and her eyes snapped open. She turned only to find the usual culprit inside the bathhouse, pulling off his shirt.
Adina's eyes trailed his very toned and muscled chest, down to his six-pack stomach. She licked her lips involuntarily, gaze trailing to his arms now. How was it possible that he looked so perfect? Like he was sculpted by the gods themselves. Adina was sure they took an extra day in carving this perfection of a man. She looked up at him only to find him staring at her with a knowing smirk.
