Liora’s POV
I’d been wiping furiously at his soaked shirt, muttering apologies under my breath, when I finally realized why it felt so wrong. He wasn’t moving. Rowan just stood there, broad chest rising and falling beneath my clumsy hands, his gaze locked on me. It wasn’t casual, wasn’t polite, it was dark, unyielding, consuming in a way that made my heartbeat stumble. My fingers stilled slowly. What was I doing? Why I suddenly pause?
I slowly realized how much I was touching his rock hard chest and I bit my lower lip. I lifted my head softly to meet his eyes, I was taken aback by the amount of intensity in them. He was staring at me like a hungry beast staring down at its prey and I felt my feet glued to the ground. I gulped nervously, neither of us saying a word, just staring at
