ABEL EVERHEART'S POV
I reach for the towel and pull it away from my waist, leaving myself completely naked under the covers. Somehow my skin has becomes sensitive once more that even a brush against silk tickles. I would not feel the same if it were the maid in front of me.
The Princess approaches and takes the towel from my hands. She effortlessly rips a long, thin piece from it, tossing the bigger piece away.
"Lean forward," she orders.
I obey the command and she wraps the remaining piece of the towels around my eyes, ties it at the back of my head. I am blinded, yet my other senses are even more aware of her presence.
Her cold hand pushes me back to lay flat on the bed. Then I hear footsteps as she goes around the bed. Covers ruffle as she enters the bed. My body tenses as I fee
