Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ novel Chapter 19

Hody language

Body language Once my head crashed against the water surface, I entered a state of bewilderment. I couldn’t breathe. The water was cold, and I nearly panicked, sinking deeper and deeper. My mind restarted only after I saw Aren reaching out to grab my arm. He pulled me up, leading my hands to the rim of the pool. As I surfaced, i formed the strongest grip I could, and I started coughing up water. I was nowhere near drowning, but I wouldn’t call staying in that freezing water a pleasant experience…

“Are you all right?” Aren’s voice made me raise my head. He was crouching by the pool with nothing aside from that towel wrapped around his hips. His freshly showered skin almost sparkled in the sunrise, making him absolutely God-like. I would surely appreciate him more if I wasn’t freezing. “i’mc-cold…” I mumbled, searching for a way to get out of this pool more gracefully than by pulling myself up and landing like a seal. He chuckled and leaned over me. “Put your arms around my neck.” “W-what?” I blinked, processing his words. “I will get you out. Just do as I say.” Since my brain was already turning into an ice cube, I decided to use whatever help he offered. I reached out and carefully slid my hand around his neck. He smirked as our faces became dangerously close. I lowered my gaze, trying to concentrate on anything but his eyes… Unfortunately, looking at his lips wasn’t a good idea either. I exhaled deeply, praying that he wouldn’t hear my hammering heart. I placed my other hand on his neck, forming a tight grip.

“Good. Now, hold on,” he said as his hands dived to find my waist.

I barely registered how he pulled me out and stood up with me. I was out of the water in a split second. Did he have steel in those leg muscles or something?! What he did, bemused me. Only a few seconds later did I realize that I was still embracing him… or actually, it was worse. Aren had his arms wrapped around my waist, pressing me against his perfectly firm body, making me feel every inch of him. My shirt-slash-nightgown was completely soaked and became

translucent, making my hardened by cold water nipples impossible to miss. And speaking of hard… some large bulge wrapped in a towel poked my stomach. Perhaps I should take it as a compliment or feel relieved that I wasn’t the only one of the two of us feeling aroused. But was it even possible to stay composed in this situation?!

“C-could you let me go now, please?” I muttered, cautiously taking my arms off his neck.

“You should take this shirt off or you will get sick,” he stated, his hand teasingly reaching for the rim of the soaked fabric.

“No!” I screamed, pushing him away and placing my hands on my chest to hide my breasts. “I mean… I will go get change now-”

Before I could finish, he scooped me from the ground and carried me bridal style to his bedroom. I gasped and stiffened. His touch was making me vulnerable, as if my body trusted

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him, something that my mind obviously disagreed with. As he stepped inside the room, he tossed me onto his bed. I fell with the elegance of a log of wood. His eyes scanned my length thoroughly, and a sly grin formed on his lips,

“Don’t move. I will get you a towel.”

His commanding voice instantly made me freeze. I glanced at him as he walked to the bathroom. He seemed composed. Nonetheless, I couldn’t miss his slightly tense jaw or ignore the long exhale he took the second before he disappeared behind the bathroom door. Knowing that I wasn’t the only one struggling, gave me a tiny hint of satisfaction. Of course, that satisfaction disappeared once I realized that he had just seen me pretty much naked…