But the moment she threw back the covers, she let out a shriek.
Because Yuri Sinclair, at some unknown point, had taken off his hospital gown and was sleeping shirtless underneath.
The instant she pulled back the blanket, her eyes landed on his sculpted muscles.
'Perfectly defined pecs. They look like they'd feel amazing to touch.'
Ashley Bowen felt like she might get a nosebleed if she kept staring.
"Third Highness, you... why aren't you wearing a shirt?"
"It's too hot," Yuri Sinclair replied without batting an eye, frowning. "Get in and sleep. I'm weak, and I'm exhausted right now."
'Weak?'
She couldn't see any weakness in him at all. In fact, he seemed more like a predator ready to pounce.
"Alright." 'I'll still be wearing my clothes,' Ashley thought, reluctantly agreeing.
She slowly undid the buttons on her clothes.
At home, she could accept whatever Yuri did to her.
