While Luther just finished having his shower, he was shocked that Amy actually came to his bedroom for the first time. He raised an eyebrow, wondering what she was doing here. With a small towel wrapped around his waist, he walked towards the door and opened it, “Come in.”
As Amy's gaze was fixed on the food she had prepared, she didn't notice that Luther was bare and shirtless, with only a small towel holding his waist. “Luther, I made lun…” she swallowed up the rest of her words as she stared at the Greek god who was standing right in front of her.
A blush crept up Amy's cheeks and neck, and she moved backwards, her eyes looking everywhere but him. Her lips trembled as she tried to form up words, but she couldn't form anything in her mind. It seemed like her brain had failed. It stop
