Charlotte sat on one of the couches in the parlor, admiring the small house. Not until Jack walked out of his room with only a white towel wrapped around his waist.
Jack was holding another short towel in his right hand, which he ran on his short, black, wavy hair on his head.
"Jack, are you not sure that I shouldn't start going back home now to my parents' house? I'm sure that the guards searching for me would have gone farther away or gone back to report to Teddy that they couldn't find me," Charlotte said, as she quickly looked away from Jack's masculine, dark chest.
The white towel was wrapped only around Jack's waist, and Charlotte could feel her heart palpitations, beating so loudly in her chest.
Jack didn't respond to Charlotte, as he stood in front of his room door, admiring he
