Sid teased, flexing his arms slightly. The muscles rippled beneath his skin, a testament to the hours he'd spent training. He turned slightly, giving her a better view of his broad shoulders and the way his waist tapered down to lean hips.
Morgana swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure. But she couldn't deny the heat that rose in her cheeks or the way her pulse quickened at the sight of Sid's sculpted physique.
"Just... just stay still."
Morgana whispered softly, careful not to let Sid hear.
"Still full of ridiculous confidence, aren't you… Sid?"
"What's that? Are you saying something?"
"Nothing."
Big D stammered, scratching the back of his head nervously.
"Uh… wow… you two… this is… heh, kinda awkward to watch, huh? I mean… yeah, just… carry on, I guess…"
As Sid peeled off his shirt, the gash along his side came into view. The knife had cut deep, but luckily spared any vital organs. Morgana leaned in, her hands steady as she examined the wound.
