164. I'm Scared, Dorian.

April's POV

10 am came so fast. It was just a few minutes again that Dorian and I were lying in bed. I watched him as he got dressed for the meeting.

It had been King since I saw him without a shirt on. My eyes feasted on his muscular torso, and he pulled his trousers on. He stood in the mirror, and I was graced by a view of his front and back.

As he bent over to pull the trousers up, the muscles in his back tensed up. I felt hot and sweaty as I watched him. I gripped my thigh to dissipate my tension, but I only ended up hurting myself from digging my fingernails in too deep.

In the mirror, I admired his chest and abs. Every muscle stood out and made him look like a god, an Adonis.

One could imagine my disappointment once it was time for him to put his shirt on.

"Wait!"

The words exploded from my mouth, and it was too late to put my hands over my mouth.

Dorian turned around and looked at me curiously. The atmosphere in the room could have been more relaxed. I felt myself crumbling und