“I don’t mind getting my hair wet,” Alina shrugged, flipping it over her shoulder and making sure to spray him with water before she wrung it out. “Especially if it means I get to see this…” A gesture to the muscles in front of her.
“When did that happen? Saints, no wonder you think so highly of yourself.” There must have been women lining up for a chance at him. In ways that they certainly weren’t with his bother, Crown Prince though he was.