Thoren
I didn’t mean to swat her ass.
Honestly.
It was instinct more than anything—some combination of proximity, comfort, and that growing magnetism between us that made my hand act faster than my damn brain. Just a little tap, barely more than a reflex. But the second she jumped and turned to look at me, eyes wide, cheeks flushed… I knew.
I’d crossed a line I hadn’t planned on crossing.
Not yet, anyway.
But the look she gave me? That flash of surprise, followed by something softer—heat laced with curiosity—I couldn’t regret it. Not even a little.
So I sat my ass down in the chair outside her dressing room and did the only logical thing a man could do in that moment.
I waited for the fashion show.
And gods help me… I could’ve done it all day.
Each time she stepped out of that dr
