44

Nerthus

This is bad.

I comb my hair with my fingers as I watch Arawn drying himself through the bathroom mirror. My head is still a little dizzy from the hot air, and the orgasms I had surely did the rest. Not wanting to be a bother, I pretend that nothing is wrong.

Even if he asks again.

“Yeah!” I answer with a forced smile, making him frown at me.

He releases my chin, and I can turn my head back again. “You look pale.”

“Don’t worry. I’d tell you if I felt sick.” I chuckle, trying to fight the urge to pass out.

With a hum, he wraps his arms around me, pressing his lips to my shoulder. My heart does a painful flip as I watch him do it through the reflection.

God, it looks even better than it feels.

“I never asked you…” He raises his brow at me, but I continue anyway. “About the name you gave me.”

He looks at me unamused and lets me go to put his hands on the gray granite vanity top. “I thought you didn’t ask questions.”

“Sorry. It wasn’t my place to… I assumed as the sit