With a loofah in one hand, lathered in suds, his hand felt icy when he grabbed her wrist. With every tender stroke he made, cold water dripped from his drenched clothes onto her skin, producing goosebumps right after the warmth of the friction.
"Er... Don't you want to wring your clothes?" Audrey sounded out, only because she was worried about how chilling the droplets were on her. A droplet! What more when the villain was soaked with it?
"No. I need it freezing," he stated nonchalantly. Even when his teeth were not chattering, she had a feeling the man was not comfortable with the current state he was in. But he seemed utterly unfazed!
She wanted to ask why he needed it freezing. She was tempted to find out whether he was fine but she stopped herself. She feared that it would annoy him if she asked too many questions.
