Leon was in a daze when he went home. The house lights were already turned off, as always, at this time.
He passively drank some water and went to take a good cold bath to clear his mind. He washed himself well, the cool water travelling down his huge frame, well-sculpted by playing sports and the years of labor that followed.
He only went out when he was sufficiently cooled down.
It was just that when he went out of the shower—clad with only a towel—Naia was standing there.
Leon looked at her, surprised, holding on to the towel that almost fell for dear life. "N-Naia?"
Then his body heated up when he saw her looking at his body. She didn't have much of an expression on her face—it was just as if she was looking at something curiously—but there was something about being studied by those pure blue eyes that made men leak a bit.
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