Page 99 of Rebirth Of Order
Alex drops the final layer of his clothing, leaving only black briefs. Divots in his back define every cut of muscle, guiding my stare to the ‘V’ dipping beneath the thin fabric. I gasp, trying to look away, but he turns, facing me. If one more inch was stuffed behind the fitted material, without a doubt, those seams would rip.
Blinking becomes a required thought, same as breathing, and he folds his arms awaiting my turn.
“Is there a problem?” Alex inquires, tilting his head.
I search the furthest regions of my mind to respond. Yet, what manifests will remain inside a steel box, wrapped in chains and smothered in cement.It looks so damn fulfilling–I meanhelooks fulfilling.
Noticing the thickened vein going alonghis…
“Kyra?” He raises a brow, adding an extra jolt to my already thudding heart.
My attention snaps to his face, and I exhale a steady stream of air. “W–Why are you getting naked? I assumed we were training, not…this.” I stutter a response as my eyes work overtime. Let’s be honest, I’m not above indulging in a bit of sin when there is a literal work of art standing before me. But a piece of meat he is not, and I shouldn’t gawk as though I’m famished.
“You misunderstand; we are training,” he announces. Noticing me fidgeting with the strings of my hoodie, Alex tightens his jaw, and I catch the confusion of his squinting leer. “You assume I brought you here to expose myself?”
“Well, if you were me, what would you think? Bringing you to an isolated location and removing my clothes.” I’m nervous as he sweeps over my body. This hoodie becomes an oven, skyrocketing my internal temperature to a sweltering degree.
“This technique helps you understand your magic on a more personal level. Feeling it. I didn’t bring you here with hopes of seducing or sleeping with you. Training does not equate to sexual desires.” Wrinkles form across his forehead as a frown covers his smooth skin.
“And being naked is a requirement? That’s normal here?”
“Yes. Fays enjoy their bodies, flaunting them with pride. But Kyra, I never stated you were getting naked in full. Listen to my words and ask questions accordingly. I’ll always grant you time to ponder before answering. So long as your thoughts are about my statements and nothing more.”
Great, he had to tack that last bit on, didn’t he? It’s bad enough I’ve embarrassed myself assuming his motives are of the typical mindset. Getting laid. I don’t need to be scolded for ensuring they aren’t.
Facing away to hide my expression, I purse my lips, nose scrunching. I know not every guy thinks I’m attractive, nor am I conceited, but somewhere beneath the underlying scum of my past, this fay hasme hoping he does. Despite my contradictory behavior in not knowing how to handle this situation.
“Kyra?” His voice has a velvet tone.
“Yeah?”
I fight every emotion trying to escape by not turning. After all, I’ve heard the whispers of females praising his name. Though I try keeping my mind from indulging, here and now feeds into those intrusive thoughts.
“Can you turn around?”
“See, the thing is, this might not be a good idea.”
There are mirrors placed upon each wall of this oversized training room. I ignore the pulsating urge of his command, since in fact, I’m viewing everything he has to offer. But damn it if I’m not tempted to turn since he removed his clothes under his own volition.
Shoeless, his feet patter against the marble floor, and each step closer raises my pulse. Alex places a hand on my shoulder, and I twitch from the touch.
“Do you not trust me?” he asks.
“Define ‘trust.’ This seems like a hell of a lot more than that.”
I fight against my past of being touched unannounced or without permission. Traces of their venom still lingers as I fight to change my thoughts toward this man who has shown nothing but compassion. I’ve since gotten over my past, but I refuse to relive it.
My veins burn from my heated blood, allowing the memories to live rent free in my thoughts, and Alex removes his hand.
“Do you think I’d harm you, or cause anything other than for you to feel okay?”
“I…don’t know.” Closing my eyes, I try grounding myself.
He retracts an exaggerated step. “Face me and voice your concerns. Your troubles. If this is too much, we can try a different method. Though it won’t be as effective, it’s better than nothing.”
A deep breath follows a slow rotation toward his magnetic tone, striking a lick of courage from within. Eyes open, I keep my gaze above his shoulders, and I’m confronted by Alex’s worrisome take.
“You spoke about trust. Meaning you have every intent of proving you’re worthy to receive it?”
