#Chapter 8: Learning You

[Evelyn’s POV] “Come help me with a massage.” I bit the inside of my cheek to keep my mouth from falling open. I had no idea where I was allowed to look. My cheeks continued to profusely flush the longer I stood in the doorway of the bathroom. Alexander was completely and utterly naked and I had no clue where I was supposed to look. It felt wrong to stare at someone in such a compromising position; however, I was also terribly intrigued. From what I could tell, Alexander was not a man who held any shame or bashfulness when it came to his body. Nor would he have a reason to... The man was astoundingly built. Every muscle he owned was well-defined and perfectly sculpted as though he were made of pure marble. I wanted to scold myself for out-rightly gawking at him. I think it reached past the point where my ongoing staring could have been considered ‘studying’. It started from his neck and gradually traveled down the planes of his torso. Alexander had a few