Chapter Thirteen.

Himari’s POV.

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Zorien steps out of the bathroom with a white towel tied around his waist and another over his dripping hair. My eyes bulge out and my jaw slackens.

‘W-what in the moon is he doing?!’ Every nerve ending in my body seems to be vibrating as he lifts both his taunt arms to rub the towel roughly in his hair.

And here I am, frozen like a statue and having a free show of his saliva-inducing wet body. Chiseled molded six-pack hinged to perfection into that wet sinful body; defined and drool-worthy muscly arms and a deeply carved V-line that plunges dangerously to disappear beneath the towel struggling to hold onto his lower body.

‘Censor your eyes, Himari’ I squirm restlessly, biting down on my nails to hide my beet-red face.

How dare he snag up such good looks for himself? Has he no shame when he sees other males? This is beyond conventional! It’s not normal.

“Heh, what’re you acting all shy for, pup? I know how much you’ve been looking forward to this.” A sickly-sw