Nathanael
I am still naked, not caring about it as I stand in front of the large window facade of my penthouse.
The lights in the night are breathtaking, but not powerful enough to keep me from peeking over my shoulder over and over again.
I’m f****d.
And this will be a huge problem when my realm finds out about it.
Worse when other realms get to know about it.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” a faint voice tears me out of my train of thought, and I turn around, finding Theodore sitting in my bed, rubbing his eyes. “I fell asleep.”
He keeps thinking about how gorgeous I am, and there he is, looking like the greatest sculptor alive chiseled his muscles, driving his hand through his curls.
I grunt, masking a chuckle at the last second. “Don’t worry about it.”
The sheets rustle as he squirm
