Emma
Michael’s eyes slide from my face, then they travel lower to my chest. I am still standing at the doorway, wrapped in the towel he gave me. HIS towel.
“I am … I am going to take a shower, and…” I mutter a half-assed apology before I burst into embarrassment and make myself walk. I wish I could somehow teleport myself to the bathroom and I won’t have to cross the whole room under his gaze. Or maybe if I hadn’t been THAT stupid to get undressed in the bedroom first I wouldn’t have to go through this in the first place. But I had no idea he would be here.
“Yeah, “
Michael says and takes a sip from his glass. “I’ve left more towels for you in the bathroom. “
Is he checking me out?
I clench my hands around the towel, and walk, the whole time keeping my eyes on the floor. I feel h
