Chapter 113: Happy With Him
Salviana’s hair fell over her face, but before she could brush it aside, Alaric’s fingers were there, tucking the loose strands behind her ear.
His fingertips were cool against her flushed skin, and she murmured a soft, "Thank you."
Alaric simply smiled, his gaze lingering on her a moment longer before returning to his plate, continuing to eat with that same mesmerizing grace.
Her attention drifted to the way his clothes fit him. He was dressed impeccably, as always, in a crisp white shirt that hugged his shoulders and broad chest, the collar open enough to hint at his collarbones and a glimpse of the bare skin she had glimpsed after he’d bathed.
Earlier, he had worn only a robe, and the memory of his bare chest—sculpted and strong, with smooth, pale skin that seemed to draw her in—came rushing back to her.
She’d never paid attention to anyone’s clothing before, but Alaric had a way of making even the simplest shirt look refined and... dare she think it, undeniably attractive.
Today, she noticed, he’d foregone his usual gloves, leaving his hands bare, which somehow made him feel even closer, more accessible.
She’d often wondered about his reluctance to touch others, but with her, he rarely hesitated. She felt a small thrill run through her at the thought that he trusted her with this closeness.
Alaric, seeming to sense her gaze, looked up, catching her eye with an amused glint. "You’re rather quiet today, my lady," he teased, leaning back and folding his hands on the table.