“Snooping?" asks Charles with a soft growl, and I jump in surprise.
"No, no, no," I say with embarrassment, pointing to the photos. "Just looking at the pictures on the walls." My throat catches as I survey his wet body, glistening with water droplets, wearing nothing but a towel. I look away and fiddle with his T-shirt that I'm still wearing. "Why? Do you have something to hide?"
"I'll tell you all my deepest and darkest secrets.”