Nyx's delimma 2

"Nyx, wait," he called and approached her. Her heart may not belong to him, but she was still his legal wife. No matter what, seeing him without clothing shouldn't be that big a deal. This was his thought, but Nyx didn't think the same.

Her grip on the door's handle became stronger, and her back turned stiff as she felt his presence drawing closer until it came to a stop right behind her. His hand came forward as if to hold hers, but instead, he went ahead to lock the door before clasping his hand on hers and the other wound around her waist. She could feel the muscles of his body and even envision them as her back pressed on his chest and down… she tried not to think about that.