She was about to bury her head into his arms again, but he cupped her head and stopped her.
Travis Miller gathered up her hair, wrapped it in the towel and began to rub it dry. Abigail Hemsworth stood there obediently letting him, then happened to glance down. Her expression froze, and her face flushed scarlet in an instant.
She instinctively reached up to cover her chest. Above her head came Travis's low chuckle. "You're only noticing now, isn't it a bit late?"
Abigail bit her lip, but still clutched the collar and refused to let go.
After her shower she'd only thrown on one of Travis's white shirts, and underneath she was completely bare. Her wet hair had been dripping nonstop just now, soaking the shirt at her chest. The shirt now clung to her skin, almost displaying everything she had to offer.
The shape was completely outlined.
"You… you saw it a long time ago?"
