Chapter 25 Twenty-five

• FLORA’S POV
• “You okay?” His voice was a low rumble, laced with a roughness that sent a shiver straight down my spine. I swallowed hard, forcing myself not to react to the heat emanating from him. His fingers tightened just slightly on my hips; a gentle but possessive touch that made every nerve in my body stand at attention. Then, ever so slowly, he turned me to face him.
• “I—I’m fine,” I stammered, trying to sound coherent. But it was hard to think straight when I was plastered against his bare, sculpted chest, drenched to the bone, and struggling not to combust on the spot.