Ethan’s POV
I was still lying on my bed, but the image of her body refused to leave my mind. Elena... damn. She looked like a piece of art. I knew I shouldn't be thinking like that, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get her out of my head.
After her towel slipped, I did the right thing. I ran out immediately and called one of the maids to help her. I even turned the water back on. But now, it felt like I was the one being punished. My mind kept replaying that moment, and it wasn’t helping.
The door opened wider, and Julian walked in holding a food tray. She didn’t bother knocking. I guess the wide-open door gave her the boldness. For a second, I had completely forgotten she was bringing food.
She placed the tray on a table and rolled it beside me. “Food is served,” she said ch
