Josh lounged on the sofa, his legs crossed in a relaxed posture. Lucy sat across from him, her gaze fixated on his face with an almost obsessive intensity.
Sensing her stare, Josh finally lifted his head, meeting her gaze with an icy expression.
Caught off guard by his look, Lucy quickly averted her eyes, but her fascination with him quickly drew her attention back.
Josh, however, ignored her and reached for a glass of wine. Just as he was about to take a sip, Lucy leaned forward and grabbed his arm, her voice soft and pleading. "Josh, don't drink so much!"
Josh's cold eyes bore into her. "Let go."
Startled by his sharp tone, Lucy's hand trembled as she released him.
"What's wrong, Josh? Did I do something to upset you?" she asked timidly, trying to regain her footing.
Josh let out a low chuckle, devoid of humor. "What's wrong?" he repeated. "You're dirty."
Lucy froze. "Dirty?" she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.
