'Oh my god!' Emilia, naked in the bathroom, sat with her legs folded and her face buried in her hands, replaying the events of just moments ago. Her ears were flushed crimson, her face equally heated. The cool water surrounding her body did little to ease the warmth that had spread through her as she recalled that teasing look in his eyes.
Right now, her mind was spinning in another world. Damien seemed like a completely different person overnight.
She couldn't figure out why—perhaps it was because of what they'd done—but somehow, he looked even more handsome.
For a fleeting moment, she even felt as though his thing inside her had grown firmer.
'How did he become this handsome?!' Emilia cried internally, struggling with how quickly she'd fallen for him. And now, even his face and body seemed to have been carved out of Greek mythology—a living Greek god.