As I soak in the bathtub, I hear Lylah pacing back and forth in the room. Once clean, I step out and open the bathroom door in my full glory. Lylah comes to a halt. I casually put the towel over my head and dry my long wet hair.
‘Damn you, Lord Talon! Do you have no shame!?’ Lylah yells.
I remove the towel, look down at myself, and then back at Lylah, whose cheeks are now the rosiest red from blushing.
‘Clearly, Lylah, I have nothing to be ashamed of,’ I smile mischievously at her.
‘You!’ she says and abruptly turns, opens my antique wardrobe and rummages through my belongings. I lean against the door frame and cross my arms as I stare at her sweet little ass as she is bent over going through my clothes. I could stand and watch this view all night. I smirk.
As Lylah grabs
