Sebastian pressed his thumb against the water outlet just as Valeria rushed over and turned off the valve.
It wasn't just Sebastian; Valeria had been caught off guard, too. She stared at him. "Are you alright?"
She instinctively grabbed a towel from the shelf and handed it to him.
Sebastian accepted the towel. It was soft and carried a faint, fresh scent—the same scent that clung to Valeria.
After wiping his face, Sebastian paused ever so slightly for a couple of seconds, holding the towel in his hand.
Sebastian looked down at the pale pink towel, which was clean and soft. He wasn't some young schoolboy, nor was he inexperienced with women.
But in that moment, he clearly felt himself heating up, and he felt a bit ashamed of himself.
It was just a woman's towel. Was that really enough to get to him? Yet, his body's reaction was obvious.
Valeria had already left the room, so she didn't see how the skin on Sebastian's neck had flushed red all the way to his earlobes. It was as if a rush of blood had surged to his face.
Originally, Sebastian had intended to use the towel to dry the dirty water on his shirt, but he hesitated for a moment since his shirt was stained with rust-colored water. Instead, he set the towel aside and took off his shirt, tossing it to the side.
Right at that moment, Valeria walked over with a black t-shirt in her hands.
She reached the bathroom doorway, and her gaze accidentally landed on Sebastian's clearly defined abs. She froze on the spot and looked away before handing over the t-shirt.
But she could still see Sebastian's abs from the corner of her eye. She thought to herself that he probably went to the gym regularly. His abdominal muscles were tight, his skin was fair, and his core tensed slightly with each breath he took.
Valeria looked away, toward the living room. "This is something for you to wear for now. There aren't any other clothes in the house, but this one should fit you."
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