For a moment, Seraphine can only stare at Eric in awe and wonder.
He still appears ethereal even when he's not in his usual exquisite apparel. Going by the bathrobe he's wearing, which perfectly outlines his well-toned figure and gives him a pleasantly warm image, it seems like he has only gotten out of the shower. And though his ebony-black hair is no longer soaked wet, it still holds this compelling luster that never fails to draw her in since day one.
On top of that, she could get a glimpse of those tight, packed abs of his and that pair of strong, ripped arms that were just holding her close last night.
'W-W-Wait! W-What am I thinking?!'
Seraphine was thrown into a mental panic the moment she realized that her thoughts were off to a sinful start so early in the morning.
