Charles White was wearing only a pair of long pajama pants, his chest bare, as he stepped toward her.
He was holding a towel in his hand, nonchalantly drying his short hair.
As he moved, numerous water droplets glided along the perfect outline of his face, down his chest, vanishing into the sensual V-line of his waist...
"You... You're done showering?" Zoe Yale stared at his figure drawing near, managing to choke out a sentence after a long silence.
Her throat felt like someone was squeezing it tight, dry and uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but want to swallow.
It wasn't the first time she had seen him without clothes, but she still couldn't control the blushing of her face.
Her face seemed as if someone had lit a fire on it, burning fiercely...
"Your face is red." Charles White stopped one step away from her, his thin lips parting slightly.
As he spoke, he lowered his head slightly, his warm breath cascading over her face.
