As William walked into the dining room, Dahlia's gaze couldn't help but remember the sight of his bare chest. The sight of his taut muscles made her heart race, and she realized just how attractive he was, even in just a pair of pajamas. She shifted uncomfortably, feeling the warmth in her cheeks and hoping he wouldn't notice.
She rolled her eyes inwardly at how ridiculous she was right now.
William sat down, looking at the food.
"You ordered quite a spread." Dahlia said, picking up her fork and knife and digging into her meal.
"I didn't know what you liked, so I told them to bring everything they had." He replied, serving his own portion.
Dahlia didn't know how to react -if she should be, or just ignore. Regardless, she chose the latter and decided not to pay much attention to what he said but rather, focus on her food.
