After thoroughly teasing Freja, Nathan finally left her alone—at least for the moment—so she could, perhaps, finish her bath in peace. Not that he believed she would. In all likelihood, she was frantically drying herself, rushing to throw clothes onto the bare skin he had already come to memorize in far too much detail.
And that, in and of itself, was no small accomplishment.
Nathan was no stranger to beauty. He had stood beside Goddesses, beheld their unearthly forms unclothed, and had long grown numb to the allure of mere physical charm. For him to actually pay attention—to be captivated by someone's body—meant that person had managed to stir something within him. Something rare. Something unexpected.
