After their hearty hot breakfast, Belle did her morning routine, feeling more energetic than she had ever felt since the day they had moved to this land. She had no discomfort in her belly or chest, and nothing to worry about but the scheming pervert of her husband, who kept reminding her to prepare for his payment tonight. She always rolled her eyes, knowing full well she wouldn’t let him have his way this time around when she had promised to be careful with her pregnancy.
She made the maids arrange scissors and little combs for her husband’s haircut she had promised him, to trim the wild edges and fix the disheveled state of his hair. They put everything on the vanity table of their chamber, and then she dismissed them and waited for Rohan to come in.
When he did come in, she was dumfounded and mesmerized by him, as he wore nothing but a cloth tied around his narrowed waist despite the unbearable cold of the atmosphere. Though the fireplace was constantly burning, it wasn’t enough to banish all of the morning winter cold that made her wear double the normal clothes she usually wore.
His chest was bare, and the smooth, glistening bronze skin made it hard for her to tear her eyes away. His stomach was flat as a board, with strong, well-defined lines that sculpted it into perfection.
The skin was taut, and the bones of his chest were well shaped, with a prominent line that ran down the center of his torso. He was so perfectly built, so favored by his creator, it was almost blinding. His shoulders were broad and strong.
Her eyes trailed to his powerful biceps and veiny arms, down to his unusual hands—hands that bore no gloves to hide the dark, bulging veins across their backs or the black nails that looked as if they had been polished.
Then her eyes kept going down, drawn helplessly by the sight of him, but before they could wander too far, she quickly tore her gaze back to his face. It was only then she noticed he had made no attempt to move or close the space between them to sit on the stool before the mirror.
She stood there stunned, and quite embarrassingly aware of herself and how she had been staring at his half-nakedness, only to find him grinning boyishly at her. His dark eyes twinkled with amusement as he studied her in silence, his head tilted slightly to the side as he clicked his tongue in playful reproach.
"And you called me a pervert back in the dining hall just because I accidentally grazed your breast, my darling. Tsk... look who’s shamelessly staring now, drinking me in without even asking for permission." He clicked his tongue and shook his head in exaggerated disapproval. "If you’re done studying me, sweetheart, let me know, so I can return the favor, only I’ll wait until you’re not wrapped in that thick coat tonight."
His amusement grew when he noticed she still had the ability to flush shyly, even with the fact that they had made love and created a baby. She was so adorable he would have loved to tease her more, but she glared at him, schooling her embarrassment and then gesturing for him to come and sit down before she changed her mind about cutting his hair.
"You should put on some clothes," Belle grumbled as he made his way to sit down, but her treacherous eyes couldn’t help wandering to those taut, perfect lines of his stomach and how breathtakingly handsome and distracting his bronze skin looked, glowing under the golden light of the fireplace like melted, sparkling gold.
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