Chapter 36 A Feast

His hair was still damp, barely toweled, hanging loose over his shoulders, droplets tracing paths down his neck.

The moisture on his face lent his sharp features a hint of softness.

Oriana looked at him, then remembered the feel of the muscle in his arm.

She couldn't understand it. A man like Gideon—noble, handsome, with a physique like that—how could any woman not want him?

Does he have some terr