ELORA'S POV
I don't know who's more stunned—me or him.
Brandon froze for a second when he saw me standing there half-naked, my swimsuit clinging awkwardly to my skin after my cover up had loosened. He looked away almost instantly, and I could see the faintest flush creep up his neck but I ignored it.
Without saying a word, he reached for something sitting on the nearby table—the scarf I had forgotten yesterday—and he held it out to me to cover up myself.
The old woman who had clearly witnessed the whole awkward scene, stepped closer and quickly helped me wrap the scarf around my body. I muttered a quick thank you to her before looking back at Brandon.
“I actually came back for this,” I said, holding up the scarf with a small smile. “Thank you.”
He looked a little sheepi
