She had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Oh... okay."
She walked over to a cabinet on the side, pulled open the bottom drawer, and took out a white, soft towel. She held the towel, wholeheartedly walked over, and stood in front of the door to take a deep breath. She raised her hand to knock on the door: "Your towel."
She only heard the "click" of the door lock, as it cracked open slightly, and his firm and strong little arm reached out, his black hair dripping with water. His face also had droplets of water, which at that moment looked so enchantingly sexy.
She couldn't help but swallow unconsciously, turning her face away in embarrassment.
His thin lips curled into a mischievous smirk, as he reached out to take the towel from her hand, closed the door, and wrapped the towel around himself before coming out. His upper body was bare, droplets from his black hair fell onto his well-defined chest, and they trickled down along the lines of his pectorals...
