Zyra POV

Marcus and I had finished our breakfast, and I collected the dishes to take them to the kitchen. As I turned around from placing them in the dishwasher, Marcus was waiting by the kitchen door. My gaze inadvertently fell upon his perfectly defined abs, even though he had draped a towel over his back. I caught a glimpse of a tattoo on his shoulder, but I didn't want to pry or make him uncomfortable by asking about it.

"Come, you should wear any of my clothes. I'm sure something will ...