Thirty-eight.

Elle POV.

I waited for Nikolai to get up first, he moved toward the bathroom, I could hear the shower turning on, I sat in bed quietly, I didn’t know what to do, I was scared, and quiet waiting for him to get done with his shower. He came out, after few minutes, hair dropping with water, he had a towel wrapped around his waist and nothing else, I blushed and tried to look away but in reality I didn’t want to look away, I wanted to look at his muscles.

He brushed his hair letting water drop over his shoulders and back, he then moved to get his clothes of the day ready, a suit, I never saw anyone make getting ready so interesting, when his towel dropped, I closed my eyes, well I half-closed them, half opened them, still looking, don’t blame me, my only encounter with male human body is unwanted one, on tv, or stories I’ve written.

“Enjoying the show?” he asks making my face turn red, I don’t answer him, I don’t feel like answering, not such a question.

“Hmm, shy I see, it’s your tur