*Olivia*
My heart pounded in my chest wildly, and my throat went dry. He was standing there in front of me, jaw slack, and I was in the bathtub, completely naked, covered only by a few bubbles. He said nothing, and I said nothing, unable to form a coherent sentence.
His eyes raked over my body, and I felt a heat that had nothing to do with the water. His lips turned into a small smile before he quickly turned away, apologizing profusely.
“I’m so sorry, Olivia,” he said to the wall. “I was coming to check on you when I ran into Sarafina and saw she’d brought you food. I tried to knock, but you didn’t answer. I thought something had happened.”
I sprang into action, grabbing the towel I’d hung up by the tub and standing up, trying for a little decency at least. I was dripping wet, water droplets falling on the floor as I quickly wrapped the towel around myself, but I didn’t miss the sideways glance Giovani shot me before I could fully cover myself.
