The water gushed from the faucet, splashing loudly against the marble sink as Andrew tried to clean his white shirt, which had a deep red stain, with water. The mark of wine splattered across the crisp white fabric was still clearly visible, but now it had blurred slightly from the water.
The black coat, which was also stained a tiny bit by the wine, lay beside the sink, leaving him only in his shirt. The water made his white shirt transparent and cling to his body, leading it to accentuate his firm-toned physique and the contours beneath.
Elio stood behind Andrew, leaning on the wall, and stared at him—no, he gawked at him. His gaze had been fixed on him the moment he had entered the hall. Now, he couldn't tear his gaze away from him at all as the water streamed down Andrew's chest, revealing more of his sculpted form.
