Chapter 11
Lorran“Are pants optional now? I mean, I’m not complaining. Please, continue.”
Skin bare, he worked this way through the warrior’s forms. The exercise brought a peaceful meditative state to his mind and prepared his body for the day. The lack of clothing was down to habit. He slept nude. He did his morning routine nude.
That his mate appreciated the view was a bonus.
Wyn stood in the patio doorway, a steaming mug cradled in her hand. She slouched against the frame, the excess fabric of his shirt slipping down her shoulders. Bathed in sunlight, her coppery skin glowed.
His hungry eyes followed the voluptuous lines of her legs from the ground until her thighs disappeared under the shirt.
He enjoyed the sight of her wearing his shirt and nothing else. Tattoos etched into his
