Other girls would probably have had fits with their confessions not returned to them easily. Wren knew he cared about her by the way his actions were even if words weren't forthcoming. So she nodded with a smile, murmuring her understanding and then took a look at the kitchen. Well, it was rude to sit a bare bottom on a chair, but at the same time, they had just fucked on the table.

Mentally apologizing to the help that would have to clean the place (unless it was the body guards, then they didn't need any apology,) she sat delicately on one chair, folding her hands in her lap as she watched him putter about the kitchen for the water, her eyes locked on the play of muscles under his skin and how the light caught the caramel highlights of his tanned body. And then she realized something.

"Do you really tan nude? I don't see any lines."