Take. Me. Back.

Ileus didn't know that drying Anastasia could prove to be such an interesting feat. He dried her hair thoroughly, using his magic to remove the dampness. Then he took the towel lower to her back and stomach. He took extra care to dry the swells of her breast. 

"Why do I feel that you are spending more time than required over there, Al?" she said as her lips curled up. 

"That's because dampness below the swells of the breasts will cause sweat," he said. 

"What?" She chuckled. "I've never heard of that." 

"How can you? You stayed in Vilinski all your life. That place is cold," he replied as his brows drew together tightly. The towel from hand slipped and his fingers brushed her nipples. 

"Did you forget that I traveled back in time to Zor'gan?" she said to tease him. 

He took the towel to her navel and slowly lowered to her crotch. "That was just two weeks—not enough of a time to understand how sweat works."