Escaping the shower, Arabella Vanderbilt reached out to touch the water on her face.
Looking up again, she saw that Joel Russo was also mostly wet, his dark hair disheveled by the water, falling over his forehead, showing a bit of disorder but still not awkward.
At this moment, he was gazing down at her, his black eyes lit with a fiery intensity, staring tightly at her.
Arabella's face flushed, and she looked away from his gaze.
It wasn't for anything else, purely out of shyness and embarrassment.
Joel Russo looked down at her, his arms not loosening as she had expected.
Arabella pursed her lips, a quick, tense breath escaping her nose, her heart beating chaotically.
"What... are you going to do?"
As soon as she spoke, Arabella gently bit her own tongue.
She really made it too easy to give this man topics of conversation.
Joel Russo slowly removed the arm that she had across her front with one hand, his voice low and husky.
"Kiss you..."
