Iyya pushed away the memory of the last conversation she had with her mother. It was not doing her any good at the moment.
And she put all her concentration on a one-in-a-million opportunity that had presented itself to her.
On second thought, maybe she shouldn't have done that. The human in front of Iyya was fully naked and blessed. When Iyya realized she was checking him out, she shifted her eyes away as quickly as possible.
Embarrassed that she was brushing inside, his body looked so perfect, like he worked out every day, with ripped muscles, and a bit of hair all over his body.
His face was covered with a good-looking beard around his pointed jawline. Then there were those red-ripped lips that hunted Iyya's mind. Even after Iyya had shifted her gaze away.
If she wasn't Iyya, a w
