Aron shot an amused look at the tile in Rhea’s hand that she was still holding over her head and said to her, “You wanna throw that at me any time soon?”
He scouted her face diligently and then ran his eyes over her entire appearance. Rhea had come out of the shower a few minutes ago. She had only begun to dry her hair when the sound from the balcony urged her to give up drying her hair and check what was happening, so some droplets of water had soaked into her white cold shoulder ruffled top making it slightly transparent. The top loosely hung over a pair of white shorts that left most of her long tan legs bare.
Despite having lived with the woman for two months, Aron had never seen Rhea in such an alluring ensemble. Hence, for a few seconds, he was rendered silent. Then as he remembe
