Chapter Eighteen
Over the past week or so, Zoe had done her share of fantasizing about what spending the night with Padric would be like. Bare skin, flexing muscles, dreamboat eyes blazing above her.
The reality was nothing like her imagination.
They were both so exhausted from the long day that he fell asleep in the armchair, fully dressed, while she showered. She gently woke him up so he could take a shower. Wrapped in a gigantic fluffy bath sheet, she sank onto the couch just for a moment—which turned into a sleep so deep, she barely felt him lift her up and carry her into the bedroom.
Her eyes drifted open as he tucked her into his bed. She certainly noticed that he was bare chested, with only a towel wrapped around his hips. Even half asleep, she took note of his rippling chest an
