Chapter Thirty One
After Sabrina stepped out of the shower, leaving the glass fogged and the air warm with steam, Dmitri lingered beneath the water a moment longer, savoring the last of their shared heat and the quiet that followed. When he finally turned off the tap and reached for a towel, he realized—with a laugh—that in all their excitement, they’d forgotten to conjure a single one. Still damp and entirely unbothered, he strode out into the bedroom, water trailing down his chest, to find Sabrina already perched on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a thick, magically summoned towel. A playful smirk curved his lips as he leaned against the doorframe, droplets running from his hair down his neck and chest. “You know what, sweetheart? It just dawned on me that we seem to be missing a single, solitary towel in
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