While he was taking a warm shower, Claire was sitting up on her bed with an irked expression all over her face. She was still drowsy, with her head aching a bit.
Soon enough, the doorknob of the washroom clutched open, and wearing a warm long white bathrobe, Lucas headed straight into her bedroom rubbing his wet hair with a small towel.
Through the division of the bathrobe near his chest area, his firm, tough muscles were visible. Lucas always had an elegant appearance, but in that wet appearance, he seemed much hotter than usual.
"I told you to prepare some spare clothes for me. Why did you get me a bathrobe?" Tossing away the towel, he took a small glimpse at her who was sitting up on the bed glaring at him.
"Well, I don't have any men's clothing with me and, due to our physique diff
