On the shore, Caspian stood like a statue, but he wasn't as obedient as he looked. He shifted his weight, his head turning just an inch. He peeked over his shoulder, his golden eyes widening.
The sight of her—completely bare, damp skin shimmering like pearls under the moon—made the heat in his blood spike. He watched the way the water trailed down her back and the curve of her hips. His chest heaved as he struggled to keep his feet on the shore. He wanted to jump in, to claim her right there in the lake, but he stayed back. He guarded her like a treasure he wasn't quite allowed to touch yet.
Hana heard the shift in his breathing. She knew he was looking. She could practically feel his golden eyes burning into her back, but she didn't call him out. She was too tired for another argument, so she decided to let it go this time.
Once she was done, she stepped out of the water and pulled her dress back on. It slid over her damp skin easily.
