He never expected her to come looking for him, or join him in his bath, but he knew without a doubt that it was her the moment she opened the door.
Watching her undress in front of him, her cheeks red and her eyes wary was enough to turn any sane man mad.
But it wasn't as simple as everyone thought it was.
He couldn't bring himself to touch her again, to act like his marriage was perfectly normal when Friedrich was still missing.
He didn't deserve her…
But God…
He wanted her. She was beautiful. The way her shoulders sloped like they were sculpted by the most careful hands, her soft and round puckering breasts…
He could remember how they felt in the palm of his hands. Their warmth. Her smooth skin.
Theodore shook his head to clear his disastrous thoughts. They led him nowhere.
