ADONIS’S POV
I got out of the shower, wearing only my briefs, with a towel shrouded around my neck. Estelle adjusted, her arms above her head, just where I wanted them to be.
She was tensed as I moved to my drawers, grabbing my pants. Her glare was sharp, watching my movements.
“My arms are starting to hurt here,” she snapped, frustration evident in her voice.
I ignored her and slipped into my pants. As I moved towards her, her eyes flickered to my bare chest each time she thought I wasn't watching.
I smirked to myself.
My gaze swooped down to her body— unlike her, I didn't hide it.
Her knees were drawn up to her chest, her nightdress slipping dangerously low, exposing the soft skin of her thighs.
Every part of me ached to touch her, we needed to have this conversation. If I let
