Clothes soaked with water clung to his body, tracing every muscle on his chest and abdomen. His grip on her arms was unbreakable, and his heavy breaths sprayed on her neck...
'Stop it, Emma, this isn't the time to get lost in those wild memories!' she told herself.
Shaking her head forcefully, Emma tried to clear the vivid images from her mind.
"Nothing... It's nothing," she replied, struggling to keep her voice steady.
Noticing her strange demeanor, Ethan descended the stairs and approached.
He cupped her chin, studying her face intently.
Under the harsh light, her eyes were swollen and red, streaked with blood vessels.
Ethan's mind raced with possible scenarios.
"Is your stepmother giving you trouble again? No, that's not possible; she's still locked up," he mused, his brows furr
