Marzella stood there completely naked with her stunning figure fully exposed under the soft lighting of the room.
Her long black hair was still damp and clinging to her shoulders, water droplets trailing down her skin as her full breasts, narrow waist, and smooth curves were on full display.
'...Shit.'
Her eyes shrank in shock.
Brandon's gaze involuntarily swept over her body before he quickly turned his head away, his hand still on the doorknob.
"I'm sorry. I thought you were dressed. I'll leave."
Marzella's face burned crimson. She grabbed the discarded towel and clutched it against her chest, her heart pounding wildly.
"It's... it's fine. I was just... changing."
Brandon didn't say anything more. He simply stepped back and closed the door gently behind him.
The moment the door clicked shut, Marzella let out a groan and sank down onto the edge of the bed, still clutching the towel tightly against her body.
