Cixi knew Cassian was making sense for himself. And of course, he has seen every part of her body, and she didn't understand why she was feeling shy… During their intimacy, she didn't feel shy, so why was she feeling all of a sudden so conscious… why?
"It will be truly cruel of you not to let me admire your perfect curves, Cixi." And her cheeks burned.
She let the sheet go.
The cool air hit her skin. Cixi's hands flew to cover herself instinctively, arms crossing over her chest, knees drawing up.
But Cassian was already lifting her. His arms slid beneath her back and her legs, and he rose from the bed with her cradled against his chest as though she weighed nothing at all.
Cixi grabbed his shoulder with one hand. "I can walk."
"I know."
"Then put me down."
"No. I know you must be in pain."
Cixi was taken aback. Was he considering her?… For real?
