The door opened.
Emily stood there with an armful of clothes—fresh uniforms for him and the girls, neatly folded, probably ironed knowing her—and whatever she'd been about to say died in her throat.
Because Phei was naked.
Completely.
Gloriously.
He'd forgotten, honestly. Hadn't even thought about it. His ruined clothes were in a pile somewhere, the girls were still unconscious, and he'd been standing there reviewing System notifications like nudity was just... a state of being.
A casual Tuesday afternoon thing.
But Emily—
Her eyes went wide. Like her brain had just bluescreened and was desperately trying to reboot.
And then she looked.
Not or a quick peek followed by embarrassed averting. She looked—the way someone looks at a painting in a museum, like a sunset she was trying to memorize, like he was something so impossibly beautiful she needs to catalogue every detail before it disappears.
