Ethan
I can't take my eyes off her chest… Damn it, this should not have happened…
Suddenly, she swiftly pulls the blanket and wraps it securely around her, as if she is trying to shield herself from my intrusive stare.
Unless she has already noticed? No, she couldn't have, right?
I reluctantly shift my gaze from her chest to meet her eyes, and what I see is heart-wrenching; pain, and even worse, a sense of dejection.
Dammit! She definitely noticed… I've messed everything up.
In a hoarse voice, she breaks the silence, “I’m going to take a shower too,” and she stands up, walking past me.
Panic sets in, and I instinctively reach out and grab her arm, my grip firm as she tries to free herself from me. She gasps, her eyes meeting mine in sheer shock.
“Let me go, Ethan. I have soccer p
