Lilian’s POV
“Wake you?” I repeated, the words coming out as a breathless squeak. “Alexander, it’s almost seven in the morning. I’m naked. You’re…mostly naked. And we’re standing in a shower.”
“I am aware of the logistics,” he rumbled.
He didn’t move. He didn’t step back. He didn’t offer to hand me a towel and wait in the bedroom like a gentleman. Instead, he stood there, filling the glass enclosure with an overwhelming amount of male presence, water streaming down his chest and soaking the black fabric of his boxer briefs until they clung to him like a second skin.
He looked intimidating. He looked magnificent.
“You’re wet,” I pointed out stupidly, my brain short-circuiting as I stared at a droplet of water tracking down the jagged line of a scar on his ribs.
“So are you,” he counte
