Chapter Thirty Eight

I'm not tired, even as we return back to our room.

Thorran peels his jacket off while I sit on the edge of the bed, pulling my shoes off my feet. My eyes linger on Thorran's body as he tugs his shirt off, tossing it away. I'm not sure what intrigued me so much about the way he looks with the light reflecting through the window, the smooth, buttery light casting shadows over his already perfect abdomen.

Something within me flutters, heat moving down from my stomach to between my legs. It's a feeling that makes a blush reach my cheeks, which I turn away to conceal. Why am I suddenly feeling this way just by him taking his shirt off.

"I'm hoping we can have another swim tomorrow if that interests you," I hear Thorran. I barely hear it though through the buzzing in my ears.

I know what interests me. And it's not that.

My body tenses as Thorran sits beside me. When he looks at me, he seems to notice something is off, tilting his head and furrowing his brows. I'm not sure how to admit to hi