Eleanor blinked and backed away to leave before Simon looked up and noticed her presence. But the rustling in the bushes made Simon turn his attention and look at Eleanor.
"Eleanor."
Eleanor stopped in her tracks, didn't move and froze like a rabbit in hiding. Simon began to move to the bank of the river and took a cloth to dry himself. He and Eleanor still hadn't spoken.
Eleanor lowered her head. Secretly his eyes moved stealthily at Simon's body, especially at the dark and wet area between the man's legs. Her face was red, and she almost screamed at the masculine look in Simon.
"I-I thought you weren't around, so I looked here," said Eleanor breaking the silence between them.
Simon smiled as he put on his clothes, looking at Eleanor. He knew Eleanor was embarrassed, and he guessed that Eleanor had never seen a naked man. After buttoning his knee-length tights, Simon walked over to Eleanor without a word.
"Am I bothering you?" asked Eleanor.
