Chapter 100
She wanted to place her hand on him...to make sure his temperature is okay...
She bit her lips and decided not to tempt the devil by putting her hand on the king without permission.
"What is it?" He asked reluctantly.
"Can I check y-your temperature? Have to make sure..." She trailed off.
His eyebrow shot up. "You can." He surprised her by saying.
She leaned forward and placed her palm on his forehead. A feeling of relief rushed through her, his fever has broken.
She used the back of her palm down his neck and chest, her brows knitted in concentration. King Lucien can only feel her soft touch from his forehead to his neck...his chest.
How is it possible that the only touch that should be the one repulsing him, is the only touch he can feel without disgust and discomfort?
"Your fever has broken, master." She whispered with something akin to relief in her voice.
"You unclothed me." His eyes was pericing on hers.