F*ck! Ilya cursed inwardly.
What did she just say?! Adele swallowed. Her throat was bone dry. She realized a second too late what she had unwittingly done. How can she be so shameless... like him...? Was his brazenness starting to rub off on her?!
Adele needed to get out of here. She absolutely could not handle... whatever this was.
She was so busy being mortified that she didn't immediately notice that Ilya's thing was starting to swell.
She could no longer hear the running shower. Is he done? Adele once again turned towards him but stilled. He was eyeing up at her through the strands of his dripping wet hair. His expression as cold as ice, yet his orbs… they scorched like the fires of hell itself.
