The gifts

Thora sat there, eyes wide, mouth agape. She quickly brought her hands to cover her mouth in an attempt to stop herself from screaming.

Ansel picked up the fallen towel. Series of curses ran through his mind as he berated himself for not drying off properly before leaving the bathroom.

His cheeks flushed with embarrassment and he quickly wrapped the towel around his waist.

Ansel walked to his wardrobe and pulled out a fresh shirt. He quickly put on a plain t-shirt and shorts.

All while he was changing into his nightwear.

Thora couldn't stop staring at him.

She had never really paid attention to her husband’s before, but now she couldn't help but notice the bulging muscles and toned physique. And as her eyes drifted lower, she couldn't deny the presence of a certain, "package."

He was like a real-life Greek god, with a body that any man would envy and any woman would appreciate. How had she missed this before?

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she recalled some naughty thoughts
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