C39 Miss Fowler Took the Initiative This Early in the Morning

Zorin had just emerged from the bathroom, clad in a light blue bathrobe. Droplets of water glistened on his black hair, trickling down his damp locks to his bronzed chest.

Juno, for reasons unknown to her, felt her cheeks flush with heat, her gaze flitting about restlessly, her entire demeanor awkward.

Zorin couldn't help but notice the woman's discomfort, his lips curling into a faint smile