CHAPTER 37: CAUGHT NAKED

Once they arrived in their hotel room, Bianca let out a small sigh and slipped off her shoes.

"I think I’ll take a shower first," she said, brushing her hair back from her face. "My skin feels all sticky from the sweat."

Adrian simply nodded, his eyes following her as she headed toward the bathroom.

Adrian walked over to the large window and stood there, waiting for Bianca to finish her shower so he could take his turn. While he waited, he gazed out from their hotel room, admiring the view.

Suddenly, a sharp cry from a woman made Adrian snap out of his thoughts. His eyes darted away from the high-rise buildings outside as he quickly turned around.

He rushed toward the bedroom.

"Bianca? What happened? Are you okay in there?" Adrian called out, now standing at the bathroom door.

"F*ck!!"

Bianca cursed under her breath when she heard his voice.

Her own carelessness had left her speechless. She hadn’t realized that when she stepped into the bathtub earlier, water had spilled onto the floor. And now, after finishing her shower and reaching for a towel, she had slipped.

Her head and hip ached from the fall. But worse—when she tried to stand, a sharp, stabbing pain shot through her ankle.

She realized she had sprained it.

"Damn it..." Bianca muttered again and again, pain and frustration lacing her voice as she sat there, stuck and hurting.

"I heard a scream earlier. Are you okay in there?" Adrian asked again, a hint of concern in his voice.

Bianca bit her lower lip. "I’m fine," she replied while trying to stand again—only to end up crashing back down.

Fucking shit!!

"You sure you’re okay?" Adrian asked, his voice laced with concern.

He was still standing by the door, hands clenched at his sides, trying to hear if there was any movement inside. The silence made him more nervous than her scream earlier. His brows pulled together, and his heart started beating faster.

Bianca went silent.

If she weren’t stuck in such an embarrassing position, she would have called Adrian in without hesitation. But the problem was, she was completely naked. Wet, on the cold bathroom floor, with nothing to cover her.

There was no way she could let him see her like this. Vulnerable, awkward, and helpless. Her cheeks felt hot just thinking about it.

Her mind was spinning. She hated feeling weak. She hated needing help. But right now, her ankle hurt and her body refused to move.

It felt like a nightmare.

And the worst part was, it was Adrian waiting outside the door.

And the towel... it was way too far. Bianca’s inner dilemma was starting to weigh on her. She couldn’t crawl. She couldn’t cover herself. She couldn’t even move without pain shooting up her leg.

Finally, after arguing with herself for a moment, she let out a soft sigh. "Mm. I slipped."

Adrian frowned, his concern growing. "You slipped? Are you hurt? Do you want me to come in and help you?"

There was a long pause before Bianca finally responded. Her voice was small, flustered. "I do need your help. But you have to promise to close your eyes before coming in."

Adrian’s brows knit tighter in confusion. "What do you want me to do?"

"Just come in and grab my towel. I think I twisted my ankle. I can’t walk."

His brain froze for a second.

Wait. Towel? Twisted ankle? Naked?

Now it was Adrian’s turn to curse under his breath. "Damn it..."

The image of Bianca, completely bare and lying helpless on the floor, hit him hard. He squeezed his eyes shut and ran a hand through his hair, trying to shake the thought out of his head. But it was too late. His heart was already racing, and his throat felt dry.

Oh, shit.

He was in big trouble now.

"Adrian, you’re still there, right?" Bianca asked, her voice quieter now, with a hint of nervousness. She didn’t hear any response for a moment, and that silence made her even more anxious.

Adrian cleared his throat, feeling awkward after letting his mind wander to something inappropriate. "Yeah, I’m here."

Bianca’s fingers tightened against the cold tile. She let out a slow breath, almost like she was bracing herself. "Can you help me?"

Adrian’s brows drew together. The way she asked, so soft and vulnerable, did something to him. "Of course," he said, already stepping toward the door.

Bianca hesitated. Her heart was beating fast, and her face felt hot with embarrassment. "Okay. You can come in now. But please... close your eyes."

She didn’t want to sound too nervous, but it was clear she was flustered. Her voice shook a little, and she kept glancing at the door like it might open any second.

Adrian stopped, his hand on the doorknob. He let out a slow breath and leaned his forehead against the door for a moment. "I’m closing them," he said, his voice quieter than before. "I’m coming in now."

He stepped into the bathroom slowly, blindly feeling his way forward. The scent of her shampoo and body wash hit him like a wave, teasing his senses. Adrian swallowed hard. He’d never been high before, but the scent clinging to Bianca made him feel like he was. Damn. He might get addicted to this.

"Adrian."

Her voice snapped him back to the present.

"Yeah?"

"Just walk straight ahead. The towel is to your right," she said softly, almost like a whisper.

"Okay."

Bianca’s heart started pounding. Even though Adrian had his eyes closed, she still felt extremely embarrassed.

But her directions weren’t exactly helpful. Adrian moved in the wrong direction and nearly hit his head on the glass shower wall.

"Careful!" she yelped.

The sudden shout startled him, and before he could stop himself, Adrian accidentally opened his eyes. "Ouch," he muttered, rubbing his forehead with a grimace.

Bianca gasped. "Adrian, are you okay?" She stepped forward quickly, worried—completely forgetting that he could see again.

Adrian turned toward her, still rubbing his forehead. Then he froze.

Bianca froze too.

Their eyes met, wide and stunned.

For a moment, everything stopped.

Bianca’s face turned pale, then quickly flushed red. Her mouth opened slightly, but she couldn’t speak.

"Sorry... I’m so sorry..." Adrian quickly turned away, his voice rushed with embarrassment.

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