Andrea’s POV
“You have no honor!” I shrieked, grabbing my towel from the bed and tying it securely around my body.
For the life of me, Kieran had just walked in on me naked—like, literally. I glared at him, horror-stricken, waiting for him to stammer out some excuse or, at the very least, have the decency to look away.
But he didn’t.
The expression on his face caused me to pause. He looked… what was the word I was looking for? Stunned? Awestruck? His mouth parted slightly, and his eyes widened as if he’d been punched in the gut. Drenched of color wasn’t quite right; it was more like every ounce of composure had been drained from him. For a fleeting moment, he seemed utterly lost, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
And that, for some reason, made my cheeks burn even hotter.
