I bent down quickly to retrieve the towel, but Lucas beat me to it.
Blushing furiously, I tugged at the towel. "Let go!"
Instead of complying, Lucas picked up the towel. Amid my unspeakable embarrassment, he casually wrapped it around me, covering everything below my neck.
My heart pounded wildly as I twisted my fingers together, avoiding his deep, penetrating gaze.
Suddenly, he pulled me into his arms and raised his phone with a click.
"What are you doing?" I panicked, seeing the photo he had taken.
In the picture, he was dressed in a robe, and I, wrapped in a towel, was leaning against him. It was the kind of photo that could spark all sorts of scandalous misunderstandings.
He smirked. "Just keeping some evidence, in case you deny it later."
"You—!"
Before I could finish, the door burst open, and Natalie walked in.
"Oh, Kate, you're awake?" She caught sight of Lucas holding me and froze momentarily, her smile turning mischievous.