Zara's cheeks flared a deep shade of crimson the moment Nox's shirt hit the floor. Her mind blanked out as her eyes briefly traced over his lean, toned back. She turned on her heels with a loud huff.
"I-I'll wait outside!" she stammered, voice cracking as she darted out of the room and shut the door with a soft click behind her.
Outside, she leaned against the wall, her heart pounding so hard it echoed in her ears.
"What the hell was that?!" she muttered, burying her face in her hands. "He stripped like I wasn't even there! Is he dense or just…" She groaned. "Ugh! And why can't I stop thinking about it?! Get it together, Zara!"
It took her almost five minutes to stop fanning her face and calm down. When Nox finally stepped out, fully dressed and freshened up, she tried to act natural… and failed miserably.
"Took you long enough," she mumbled, avoiding his gaze.
