Chapter 942

Lysander, though fully clothed, exuded a potent masculine presence that filled the room. Thalassa, on the other hand, was still bare, save for the sheet clutched around her.

Her arms looped around Lysander’s neck, inadvertently causing the sheet to slip.

Caught off guard by his sudden embrace, Thalassa’s heart raced as she fumbled with the falling sheet, trying to cover herself. But it was a futile gesture; Lysander had already seen everything.

His deep gaze, smoky and intense, lingered on her slightly cherubic face.

Remembering her tender vulnerability the night before, a warmth spread through Lysander’s lower abdomen.

His voice, low and gravelly, broke the silence, “Why bother covering up? It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before.”

Thalassa’s face flushed a deep crimson at his words. True as they might be, hearing him say them out loud sent a wave of embarrassment through her.

noting the blush spreading across her

into the bathroom, setting Thalassa down by the sink. “Clean up and come

Thalassa murmured,

bathroom, the oppressive atmosphere seemed to

Once the door was securely locked, she relaxed her tense shoulders and stepped

skipped a beat. The previous night, under Lysander’s assertive guidance, that very sink had

run hot, and she quickly averted her gaze, only for her eyes to fall upon the dark

the wall, his hands lifting her,

the recollection, alone in the shower with cheeks as red as tomatoes.

was a reminder of the night’s fervor. Every object she saw brought back vivid scenes from

echo in her ears, sending shivers down her sensitive

her eyes and shook her head, trying to dispel the lingering images.

over her head, drenching her hair, and droplets traced paths down her cheeks, falling to

filled the room.

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