Percy's POV
Last night, Henderson tossed and turned for what felt like hours before sleep finally claimed her.
My own rest proved even more elusive.
The instant Henderson emerged from that closet without a stitch of clothing, every ounce of blood in my veins seemed to surge south. The painful throbbing in my groin was so intense I genuinely feared I might lose all control right there in the bedroom.
I managed to rasp out instructions for her to shower, knowing that if she came any closer, if she so much as brushed her fingers against my skin, my restraint would shatter completely. Being near her during our sparring session had already pushed me to my limits. Her scent had grown stronger with exertion, wrapping around me like a drug I couldn't resist.
The shower provided temporary relief. I had to take myself in hand twice just to ease the relentless ache. But the moment I stepped out and caught sight of those mesmerizing grey-green eyes watching me, my body betrayed me again.
