The next morning, Amelie prepared two coffee mugs, one for herself and the other for Gabriel. Through Albus, she had found out the prince loved drinking coffee in the morning after having a bath.
She knocked on the door while holding the tray in one hand.
"Come in," Gabriel's voice reached her ears, and she pushed the door open before walking inside.
Amelie pushed the door open and stepped inside. "Good morning, Gabriel. I brought coffee for—" She froze mid-sentence, her words catching in her throat as her gaze locked onto him.
Gabriel stood before her, clad in nothing but a loosely wrapped towel hanging low on his hips. Droplets of water trailed down his chiseled torso, highlighting the defined V-line that disappeared beneath the fabric.
Amelie swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. She was rooted to the spot, unable to tear her eyes away. Her stare was so intense that she didn't realize how obvious it was until Gabriel stepped closer.
