Page 102 of Married to My Sis’s Bratva Fiancé

The handle turned slowly.

Elena stepped in holding a white robe. She'd changed into soft lounge clothes. Her damp hair fell over her shoulders. Steam rolled toward her; she lifted her eyes and looked straight at my half-removed shirt.

Then her gaze dropped.

My chest was bare. The double-headed eagle tattoo was slick with moisture. My button and zipper were already undone.

Her whole face went red in an instant.

And still—her eyes took half a beat too long to move away.

"Why did you call me in here when you were undressing?" she snapped at the wall, her voice pitched higher than normal.

"It is a bathroom."

"I know that."

"Then you should have guessed what I was doing."

She turned like she was about to tear into me, then her eyes brushed my stomach and jerked away again.

My mouth pulled into a grin I couldn't stop.

"It isn't like you hadn't seen it before," I said low. "What are you getting shy about now?"

Her spine went stiff. "That was different."

"How is it different?"

"Shut up."

The robe flew at my face.

I caught it. She spun on her heel, ears bright red, and bolted out.

"It's oversized," she tossed over her shoulder. "It should fit. Barely."

The bathroom door slammed.

I looked down at the robe in my hands. On her it was loose; on me it would be a tight squeeze. The fabric was soft and still held the scent of her detergent—clean, warm.

I lifted it to my nose and took a slow breath.

Outside, her hurried footsteps retreated.

I stared at the closed door, and the smile finally broke free.

She didn't know I'd spent half a month learning restraint, learning to respect the line she'd drawn.

But all it took was her blushing and looking one half-second too long—and that line lit on fire inside my body.

Chapter 24

Elena

Kiryan stood in my bathroom doorway in a robe.

The hem barely hit his knees. The fabric stretched tight across his shoulders and back, sleeves riding up his forearms.