Nora's POV
"Are you okay?" James asks, pulling his shirt over his head. The movement makes his muscles flex in ways that shouldn't be legal.
"It's been one hell of a day," I manage.
"That doesn't even begin to cover it." He tosses the shirt onto the chair near my closet. His hands move to his belt next, and I find myself completely mesmerized as he strips away every piece of clothing. Nobody has the right to look that perfect, though I'm certain his human life left him with scars and bruises that have long since vanished.
"I can't wrap my head around you being a gladiator," I say without thinking.
"After everything we went through today, that's what's occupying your mind?" He laughs softly, sliding into bed beside me. I'm wearing nothing but a t-shirt and underwear, yet I suddenly feel ridiculously overdressed next to his magnificent naked form.
"It's just...a gladiator." I shake my head in amazement. "Is it strange that I find that incredibly hot?"
