Chapter 33
Seoul, Korea
Snowdrop Suite
Rain’s eyes were wide and mouth had fallen open. She knew Kita Yasuhiro was built and strong, but his fitted shirt last night didn’t prepare her for what was underneath.
Kita’s muscular body was honed and chiseled, the white towel he wrapped around his hips struggled to hold around his muscular thighs and firm backside. His warm beige with creamy yellow undertones skin was glistening with water from the shower he’d just gotten out of. The steam filling the air created a hazy ambience that just screamed romance, and made it more dream like.
Kita held the towel tight around his waist and fought the urge to snap at her for not knocking first. “I’ll be out in a minute,” he said, pushing his wet hair out of his eyes with his free hand.
Absently Rain nodded that she heard him, but made no attempt at closing the door or turning away from him so he could have some privacy.
Softly Kita growled under his breath before heading across the bathroom then softly pushed her back into her room with his free hand before closing the bathroom door and locking it.
“Boundaries, Seon Rain,” he scolded through the door.
The breath Rain was holding rushed out of her and she stumbled backwards before catching herself.
“Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh,” she stammered. “That did not just happen! Men should not look like that! Is he Photoshopped?!” she asked, looking at the bathroom door.
“Huh. He… I mean… Huh. He’s beyond beautiful and sexy as sin and knows it!” she complained. “His body, oh wow. I… Oh this is bad,” she whispered, fanning herself. “Why is my heart racing? He did this! Ooh that isn’t normal or right! Men shouldn’t be the beautiful one in the room and shouldn’t make knees weak and bodies feel as if it’s on fire.”
She fanned herself, trying to cool down. “I think I’m having a heart attack. Is this a heart attack?!” she asked in a panic, checking her pulse. “Oh, I’m sure this is a heart attack or stroke. Oh no, no, no. This is so bad. I’m too young to die because of a hot guy!” she whined, fanning herself even faster.
It could have been her imagination or delirium, but Rain could have sworn she heard a chuckle carry through the bathroom door.
“Yes, laugh it up! I’m the one dying because of it,” she scolded then hurried from her room to find Dae-Ho.
“Good morning, Miss Seon Rain,” Lula greeted from the living room where she sat with a cup of coffee and laptop. “You look slightly rested and a bit flushed. Are you well?”
Rain bowed. “Good morning. I saw your brother naked,” she blurted out before she could stop herself then covered her mouth with her hands.
That she didn’t mean to say.
Lula cocked an eyebrow. “That would explain the reddening of your face. I hope it passed your approval and it was done with his knowledge.”
“Uh, yes?” she offered, causing Lula to chuckle. “It was accidental. Why am I not sharing a bathroom with you?”
“Because I am not your dedicated guardian,” Lula said as if it were obvious. “Simply because our genders match doesn’t mean we need to share a bathroom. Besides, I need to hear what transpires in the other room in case Lucien doesn’t.”
Rain sat on the floor next to the couch in the living room and pulled her knees to her chest. “I don’t understand. Does Lucien sleep like the dead?”
“No. He is an exceptionally light sleeper,” Lula said. “Luci was born deaf.”
Rain gasped; she had no idea.
“He has cochlear implants that allow him to hear just not in a way that you and I do,” Lula explained, choosing her words. “That perceived disability is what prevented him from serving his country in the military, but he hasn’t allowed it to stop him from following his dreams.”
That, Rain didn’t know and it made her curious about how it worked.
“Lucien talks exceptionally well for someone with a hearing problem,” she commented.
“Yes, I suppose he does,” Lula agreed, not entirely sure why the young woman was pressing the matter. “He reads lips exceptionally well as well, and in multiple languages. In case his batteries fail, I’ll be able to hear so your cousin isn’t left to fend for himself if something does happen.”
For some reason, Rain laughed.
“Oh, I assure you, Dae-Ho only needs a babysitter to keep him out of trouble,” she said. “Never does it follow him home. He’s rather terrifying when he has to bust out with his claws.”
“Uh huh,” Lula dryly agreed.
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