Although they had been completely open with each other countless times, Amelia Clarke couldn't bear the thought of bathing in front of a mature man, and she felt deeply ashamed.
"Um... Could you step out for a bit? You can come back in after I've finished washing," she negotiated with him.
Owen Moreland leisurely removed the only piece of clothing he had on, threw it into the laundry basket, and glanced over with a casual tone, "Do you need my help?"
Even though it was a question, it came out with an authoritative and domineering tone.
Amelia Clarke silently resisted for a moment, then surrendered.
The previously spacious shower suddenly felt cramped with the addition of a tall man, making it seem as if the very air was thinning. Amelia felt both suffocated and oppressed.
