Chapter 110 Falling Into The Burn

• [ELARA]
• Valen moves easily, peeling away the layers of his clothing until he is left in little more than a linen shirt, loose at the collar, and dark trousers that sit low on his hips. The candlelight casts long shadows over the ridges of his body, tracing over sharp angles and defined muscle, a reminder of what he is—what he can do—something I only had a glimpse of minutes ago.
• I watch, trying not to. Trying not to compare. And yet, I cannot stop myself from thinking of another man in another bed.