I was still in my nightgown, but he peeled the sullied fabric up out of the water as he set me on my feet, and it slapped roughly against the stone, landing behind us. We paused, facing one another in the water, and I had the rare urge to cover myself. Not that Laszlo hadn't already had enough of a view of me or that I hadn't seen my fair share of him. He was just so intimate, his gaze so focused and determined. That was something I was very out of practice with.
