In the bathroom, it was pitch black, and Adrian Walyon didn't speak after her words.
Summer Sutton could feel him staring at her, his gaze as hot as the August sun, as if it could penetrate the darkness and see her completely.
"I haven't finished my shower yet..." Summer Sutton's voice suddenly became very small.
"I'll help you!" Adrian Walyon slowly walked towards her, navigating the darkness by instinct to reach her side, cornering her in the shower. His hand explored her, turning on the shower, and his palm slowly moved over her body, helping to wash off the foam.
His movements were very slow, carefully wiping off all the foam from Summer Sutton's body. His hands felt around the bathroom for a while until he found a bathrobe, which he used as a towel to dry the water droplets off her, but he didn't put it on her.
Summer Sutton was momentarily stunned and looked up at him.
