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★ ★ ★ Our gazes locked, and the terrycloth abruptly slipped from my stupefied grip, puddling at my feet and leaving me mortifyingly exposed. Shit! Zelthrimir didn't so much as blink. "Y-you..." I sputtered in stunned disbelief, flushing crimson, arms instinctively flying up in a fruitless attempt at frantically preserve what little modesty remained. "What are you doing here?" His perfectly groomed eyebrow lifted in a subtle rebuke, his chin tilting slightly as his captivating eyes leisurely traced a path from my tousled hair down to my wiggling toes and back again unapologetically. At that moment I totally blanked on how to bend and grab the dang towel. I mean, sure, I could try, but then there's the whole risk of my boobs doing some weird swing dance I'd rather not showcase. After what felt like an infinite eternity of excruciating exposure, Zelthrimir at last met my gaze once more, eyes glittering with a dark gleam. "In the Underworld, we view the natural form as unremarkable," he murmured, making no attempt to look away despite his words. "You have nothing to be ashamed of." Even as he spoke, his eyes practically licked over every curve, like he was at a buffet and I was the main course. I swallowed hard, feeling a mix of humiliation, anger, and a weirdly curious arousal bubbling up inside me. ★ ★ ★
Welcome To The Shadows
