She watched him dress, her eyes not leaving his body for a second. Zavian felt her gaze on him and he turned around, and their eyes met. Neera quickly looked away, turning to the fireplace.
She pursed her lips as she watched the flames, not daring to look back at him. She was never lucky whenever she gawked at him, he always caught her.
Neera listened to his footsteps walk about the room, and she tensed when she heard him walk toward her.
She folded her hands on her thighs when she heard his footsteps approach her. Zavian sat beside her on the couch, his fresh scent wafting into her nostrils;
"Dry my hair..." Zavian spoke, handing her a towel.
"Oh..." she breathed as she turned to him, taking the towel from his hand. She stood up and walked behind him. His hair was damp and droplets fell on his shirt.
Zavian leaned on the couch and closed his eyes as Neera dried his hair with the towel, silence filling the room.
