Louis' POV
I came to her rescue with another towel. Pulling the ruined towel off her lap, I pulled up her skirt to her already reddened thigh. I wiped the soup off. I got her on her feet and discarded her wet skirt and sat her back down. "How much does it hurt?" I asked her.
"I am fine, Louis," She responded.
"You screamed," I countered.
"It was a reflex, it didn't hurt that much." She maintained. " Now can I get my skirt back?" It was not only her thigh that had reddened.
"No," I said curtly, picking it up and walking away. I could not bear to see her like that. She was so alluring and I was losing my mind.
"No?!" She got up and limped after me. "It is mine for goodness sake."
"It is wet," I countered.
"I am half naked."
