Ayla POV

Jaxon swung his legs out of bed. “I’m going to clean up.”

My eyes raked over his muscled body, mesmerized by the hard planes, the ridges of his six-pack, and the narrow V of his hips. I was attracted to his body, which was a relief. I looked away. I had been staring too long anyway. I slid out of bed, taking in the mess on the linens. A small mortified sound slipped out of me.

“Are you all right?” Jaxon rumbled somewhere behind me.

I turned, grimacing. “Do we really have to show these sheets?” “That was the point of us sleeping together.”

Ouch. “So, you only slept with me because of the presentation of the sheets?”

Now that we were married, I wanted Jaxon to be attracted to me. It seemed a horrible fate to spend your life with someone who couldn’t bear touching you. I definitely enjoyed the sight of his body. His touch was still unfamiliar and sex had been painful, but it hadn’t been the ordeal my mother and a few of my aunts had made it out to be. I could imagine enjoying it ver