CONNOR'S POV
A few minutes later, Maria emerged from the bathroom gently. A towel wrapped around her body, dripping with cold water from the shower.
The towel hugged her perfect figure completely, with her wet hair sticking around her shoulders.
Looking at her figure, I found it difficult to tell if she had always been this way, or if she miraculously transformed overnight, or perhaps I had been blind all this time.
She stood at the door, turning her head towards me, staring into my eyes. Oh, she looked really attractive with that expression on her face.
As I observed Maria, a surge of discomfort welled up inside me. There was an unmistakable shift in her demeanor, a subtle distance that left me uneasy. Her lips, adorned with glistening water droplets, drew my attention.
Yet her face
