When Catherine recovered from the shock, she scrambled back into the bathroom. Her heart was racing, and even without looking in the mirror, she knew her cheeks were burning with embarrassment. She was terrified he might think she had come out like that intentionally to entice him. It had never been her intention to expose herself; it had simply slipped her mind to bring clothes when she decided to bathe.
Taking a deep breath, Catherine peeked through the door. Travis was still there, seemingly rooted to the spot.
"Travis," she called softly.
Only then did he move. From the doorway, she saw his eyebrows knit together as he focused his gaze on her.
"Could you please step out for a moment?" she requested. At this, his eyebrows furrowed so deeply they seemed to form a single line. "I just
