Thalia gasped, her hands flying up to cover her furiously blushing face, but her fingers parted just enough to betray her. She couldn't look away fast enough. Her eyes widened at the sheer, overwhelming sight of him—completely naked, the thick, heavy, and semi-aroused length of his manhood dangling heavily between his muscular thighs.
His toned body, lean and hardened, was marred with faint red crescent marks—the undeniable result of her own frantic nails scraping his back during her protests last night. The visceral realization made her entire body burn with heat, and she turned her face violently in shame, yelling toward the closing bathroom door.
As it shut behind his broad back, she let out a shaky, desperate breath of relief. But the moment she turned her gaze back toward the center of the room—she froze.
There was another woman in the room.
