But Aliana was not the only one who had upped the ante, as the devil himself possessed his own wicked tactics.
No sooner had she started wearing beautiful, sensual nightgowns in their room than Gavriel seemed to abandon his shirts entirely.
He regularly roamed their room shirtless, often with water glistening and dripping down his sculpted torso, forcing Aliana to practically wipe away her drool before forcing herself to snap out of it.
Heavens only knew that her best defence against his counterattacks was to simply lie down on the bed and play dead, pretending he didn't exist within the same breathing space as her.
Thankfully, exhaustion from the day usually dragged her into sleep almost immediately. At the very least, it kept her from pouncing on him like a feral cat every night.
The presence of other people around the house also helped maintain a semblance of civility whenever they crossed paths elsewhere.
