Another Chance for the Luna Queen by Aurora Starling

Chapter 0169

Chapter 0169

I eagerly stepped in, letting the water wash over my weary body. The tension from the long day melted away as the warmth soothed my muscles and cleared my mind.

It didn’t take long for my mind to wander. Sleeping in the same bed with Alexander shouldn’t have been a big deal, and yet the thought alone was enough to make my heart race. I tried to keep myself focused on the task at hand, scrubbing away the day’s weariness. Once I was done, I turned off the water and myself.

apped a towel around

Stepping out of the shower, I walked over to the medicine cabinet. Glancing in the mirror, I winced at the sight of my hair a tangled disaster. Of course, I hadn’t thought to bring a brush. Hoping to find a comb or something useful, I opened the cabinet.

It was immediately obvious that this was Alexander’s bathroom. Everything was so high up, and given our height difference, I could barely see the top shelf, let alone reach it. Standing on my toes, I reached for a handle poking over the edge, hoping it was what I needed.

My fingertips brushed the handle, and several items toppled out. I let out a startled cry and jumped back as things hit the ground with a sharp clatter. My eyes widened when I realized it wasn’t a comb I had been grabbing–it was a shaving razor.

The blade landed on my foot, and a sharp jolt of pain shot through me.

foot, and I stared at it in shock, the pain

moment.

voice was laced with concern from the other side of the door.

with panic as I stared at

said, and before I could respond, he threw the door

immediately dropped to the floor, where the puddle of blood glistened under the harsh bathroom light. Without hesitation,

edge of the tub, then turned to the cabinet and retrieved a first aid kit. I was too embarrassed and startled to say anything, watching him move with an efficiency that left no room

pads of

steady, the pressure stemming the bleeding. The pain began to dull, replaced by the steady thud of my heart pounding in my

faded, I found myself staring at Alexander. His head was bent in concentration, his fingers steady as he tended to my injury. The towel wrapped around me suddenly felt very thin–far too thin for

entirely different reason now, the intimacy of the moment leaving me

realized the situation we were in

him entered my mind, unbidden and undeniable. My gaze lingered on him, his

I could act–or even fully process the thought-

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