Abigail pov
"What are you doing here?" he shouted, crossing his hands over his chest.
Well, when I came in, I was not expecting him to come out of the room wearing only his pants. He was not wearing a shirt. His hair was dripping wet. I looked at him with marvel. He was one sexy piece of art. His broad shoulder and taut muscles.
Even at the age of 18 he had a defined body and his looks were killing. I wonder if this time we did not stay in the forest and live a better life here, how many noble ladies would fall for him.
"Would you stop staring blatantly at me or just keep on looking at me like a shameless woman. Or are you even going to drool now?" he shouted as his face turned redder than the cooked shrimp.
He was looking so embarrassed that I blinked.
