She found herself stupidly and inexplicably hoping that this would earn her a smile, but all he did was nod...before stepping out of her room and closing the door behind him.
Summerine crashed on the velvet couch in a state of collapse.What in the world have I gotten myself into?
She didn't even know what to think about this house, which was more maze than mansion, or her new life as a married woman, which now seemed more Agatha Christie than Mills & Boon, moregekigathanshoujo,and—-mm.
The gilded full-length mirror mounted on the wall next to the TV console had caught her eye, and Summerine was momentarily distracted by a surge of curiosity. Was it really just a mirror or something more?
She gave it a little push, andoooooh.It actually swung open, and that was how Summerine found herself straight into her husband.
Who was in the shower.
Naked.
Enough
RYU DIDN'T SEEM ASHAMEDat all as he faced her without a stitch of clothing. It even seemed as if he was giving her a chance to stare at her leisure, and so stare she did...while wondering absently if there was a Guinness record for the highest number of gulps achieved under one minute.
Because she was at #20 right now...and could anyone blame her, with how mesmerizingly virile her husband turned out to be?
Every inch of him was hard.
Like,seriouslyhard.
From his broad shoulders.
To his muscled chest.
And ripped abs.
Bordered by a well-defined V.
Before dipping intothat.
Just...that.
Because she was too shy to even think of the word.
