Alarmed, Luke cursed and shook his head. Never in his life could he have imagined guarding someone bathe was more dangerous than hunting in the forest. He wanted to walk away, but he promised to guard her.
Clenching his fists, Luke stayed there like a statue, trying his best to stifle his imagination.
When the sound of water stopped, replaced by the rustling of clothes, only then did Luke breathe. He did not even realize he had been holding his breath.
'He should have finished wiping his body dry and dressing now—'
Luke felt shocked at his own thoughts, wanting to punch himself.
'Orian is a guy! He is my friend!' he reminded himself again and again.
"I am done. It's your turn now."
Luke turned around to look at Oriana. She wore a fresh set of black clothing, a clean headwrap, but her body emitted a faint clean scent, and her cheeks were a little red from rubbing. It made Oriana look like she's blushing.
