Amelia's POV
The next morning, I woke up and headed for the kitchen to get a glass of water.
I was still so embarrassed about what had happened...
How could I be so stupid to run out there naked? What doesn't he think about me now?
When I stepped through the kitchen door, I paused when I saw the table was set. There was toast, egg, bacon, juice, and tea.
Did he really do all this?
"Good morning! Did you sleep okay?" Charles asked as he came in as well.
He looked as if he had just taken a bath, as his hair was still slightly wet and a fruity scent was lingering around him. Even his shirt was slightly unbuttoned, which revealed a clear view of the upper part of his chest.
Wow, he's not just good-looking, he's also well-built… no! What's wrong with me? I can't think
