Jasmine Yale swallowed her saliva, her face burning like it was on fire.
This guy... taking a shower so early in the morning.
"Did you see everything?" Through the mist, Sylvan Cheney stood there looking at her, water droplets still falling from his hair.
"No... I didn't see anything, don't talk nonsense." Jasmine Yale didn't even know why she was flustered, it felt just like the first time she saw him without clothes at eighteen.
Even though... they've already been in bed, she was still nervous.
"Didn't see it? Then perfect, let me show you again?" Sylvan Cheney teased, the corners of his lips curling up.
"Are you being a rogue?" Jasmine Yale turned her head, glaring at him, her gaze landing right on his clean, handsome face.
"Well, you'll have to see it sooner or later, might as well inspect the goods in advance, though... it's impossible you'll be dissatisfied."
