AYASHA'S POV
I heard the soft rustle of fabric behind me, the towel being wrapped around his body. My shoulders were rigid, every muscle tense from keeping myself turned away from him.
"You can look now," he said, that hint of amusement still threading through his voice. "I'm not bare anymore."
I turned around cautiously, like I was approaching a wild animal that might bolt. The towel was wrapped around his waist, hanging low on his hips, but that still left most of him exposed. His chest was lean and defined, muscles carved in sharp lines across his torso. Water droplets clung to his pale skin, catching the light from the windows and making him look like he'd been sculpted from marble.
Heat rushed to my face again. I could feel it burning across my cheeks, down my neck. I tried to focus on his face, on meeting his eyes, but the moment our gazes locked I had to look away.
"I do not mind you looking," he said softly.
