Krystal’s gasp of horror echoed around the room as she took in the state of the white shirt she was wearing. Since she threw her clothes on in a rush without drying her body, the shirt was damp and unfortunately transparent.
It was so transparent to the point that all the outlines of her breasts were visible beneath the shirt.
“Oh s**t!” Krystal yelled, eyes wide, covering her chest with her hands. She tried to preserve the little dignity she had left but it was no use.
Her eyes darted to Zale and he looked just as flustered as she was as he averted his eyes, his cheeks staining pink.
“I’m sorry.” He muttered, clutching the tray he held in his hands tightly and looking everywhere else but her. She was right. He had come to deliver her dinner.
“It’s okay. I’ll change into something
