"Whose arousal are you talking about?"
That sharp, unmistakable voice froze me.
I immediately pulled away from Sara, her wide eyes still locked on mine, filled with shock and confusion. My jaw tightened as I turned toward the doorway. Olivia stood there, arms crossed, her piercing gaze locked on me.
"Olivia," I muttered, attempting to shake off the tension that thickened the air.
Her eyes flicked between me and Sara, taking in every damning detail — my bare chest, the towel slung low around my waist, and Sara's flushed face. She didn’t need words to express her thoughts; the smirk tugging at her lips said it all.
"A Greek god," she drawled, amusement lacing her tone. "Half-naked, practically devouring a young girl with your eyes. What else would she do?" She raised a brow. "Of course,
