Chapter …
CLARA’S POV.
Maxwell’s eyes met mine and for a moment, neither of us said anything.
We just stood still, staring at each other like it was our first sight.
The air felt thick… like something unspoken was floating between us. His gaze dragged across my body. The action was brief, but God… my stomach churned, and I held tightly to the hem of my towel, doubting how much longer it would last before it would slip off my body under the weight of his intense gaze.
He broke the tension, reached out gently, and took the small towel from me.
My skin tingled even before he began to dry my arms, moving from my shoulders to my back.
He was careful… overly careful… like he was afraid any sudden touch might hurt me and that… that made me feel safer than I intended.
God! I didn’t know w
