Jealousy

Naomi laid down quietly as Zylan carefully cleaned her body, his touch both gentle and deliberate. Her heart raced, each stroke of the cloth making her hyper-aware of his presence. His intense focus on her naked form left her feeling vulnerable, yet she couldn't look away.

There was no trace of hesitation in his actions, only a quiet precision that spoke of his determination to care for her.

Her cheeks burned fiercely under his unwavering gaze. She had never been this exposed before—physically or emotionally—and it was overwhelming. Though his expression was calm and unreadable, the intimacy of the moment was undeniable. He seemed completely oblivious to the effect he had on her, or perhaps he was simply choosing to ignore it.

Naomi's mind, however, was far from quiet. A single thought replayed itself over and over, haunting her like a whispered temptation: He said he'd do that to me senseless.