Alaric's strong arms cradled me against his chest as he carried me from the bathroom. The cool air raised goosebumps on my damp skin despite the warmth radiating from his body.
"Wait," I murmured as we approached the bedroom door. "I need something to wear."
He paused, glancing down at me with amusement dancing in his eyes. "Why? I rather enjoy you like this."
"And have all the servants see me naked? I think not."
With an exaggerated sigh, he diverted to our wardrobe and set me down. I quickly selected a silk robe, slipping it over my shoulders while Alaric wrapped a towel around his waist, securing it haphazardly.
"Better?" he asked, his voice rich with teasing.
I nodded, tying the sash around my waist. "Much better."
Without warning, he swept me into his arms again. I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck as he carried me down the grand staircase toward the kitchen.
"You know I can walk," I pointed out.
