Stark paced in his assigned sleeping space listening to the running water and imagining Topper standing n***d under it. When the sound stopped, he couldn’t take the pressure any more. He was afraid of being rejected again. But he was more afraid of not asking and never getting a chance to be with her.
How had the Earth witch reduced him to this level of hesitation? He was never afraid—not of anything. His bravery was legendary. He simply refused to be afraid of Topper now no matter how powerful she was.
Walking out of his space and stopping in front of hers, he opened her bedroom door and walked blindly into the room. All his senses were aware Topper was n***d under the scant strip of drying cloth she’d donned before leaving her bathroom. Her natural fragrance was beckoning him, but he m
