The servant handed Lucifer a towel. He took it and wiped the water droplets from his body. He rose, tall and slender. His limbs were long, his musculature distinct—firm and tight. A potent masculine aura emanated from him.
Lucifer casually handed the towel to the servant beside him. He then took a bath towel, wrapped it loosely around his waistline, and strode towards Sophie. "Dear, do you like what you see?" He leaned down and planted a kiss on Sophie's forehead.
Sophie smiled and pushed him away with one hand. "Lucifer, don't you dare flirt with me."
Lucifer motioned, and a servant brought a tray. Lucifer picked up a glass of fruit juice and handed it to Sophie. "Dear, you used to love my body, you know."
"Are you sure?" Sophie was shocked. She used to like Lucifer's body?!
Lucifer grinned, taking one of her soft little hands and giving it a squeeze. "Your hand has touched my body before."
"Really?" Sophie withdrew her hand and patted his firm chest. "Feels alright."
