Looking up, he caught sight of Richard’s dark eyes watching him, became immediately aware of his nudity again, and of holding his genitals in one hand.
At once, he wanted to dive in, but Richard’s gaze held him pinned. A hot flush engulfed him, leaving him abashed by nudity in a way he never had before in the presence of another man. He shouldn’t care, but he did. He also felt bloody foolish. Richard had caught him gazing at his own reflection and handling his jewels. Could the day get any worse? Of course, it could.