Magnus smiled to see Alora's reaction and he stood up finally. Locking the huge door from inside, he turned to gaze at her. She adjusted her clothes while he started taking off his clothes one after the other.
"Magnus, aren't you asleep? You woke so early in the morning," Alora suddenly opined. Her eyes darted on his naked torso as he took deliberate slow steps toward her.
"You must be kidding with me, Alora. You made me stand up to close the door and now, you want me to sleep. That's not happening now," Magnus remarked as he rested his knee on the bed first, leaning down, his face hanging right above hers.
"I thought you were tired," Alora murmured, her gaze drifting downwards until he gently lifted her chin with his calloused fingers.
"What are you afraid of now?" Magnus inquired.
