Chapter 11

Amara

Making my way out of the shower with a large, soft, charcoal towel tightly wrapped around me with my long hair dripping with water. I felt much cleaner, much more relaxed and just overall a lot happier.

I saw clothes laid out on the bed and a little note next to them. The clothes that were laid out were a pair of black cycling sports shorts and a large jumper to go over them.

The note simply read: "I want you to be comfortable principessa- k". My cheeks began to redden and heat up from the amount I was smiling. Images of his chiselled and sharp features began to flood my mind. I closed my eyes in order to see them more vividly, and resulted in biting my lip, imagining his perfectly toned body at the gym that day.

Amara. Stop. What are you doing?

I was brought out of my day dreaming state and snapped my head and focus onto the clothes that I needed to dress into.

When I put on the jumper a familiar scent greeted my nose as I inhaled for breathe. The smell of Killian on the jumper