Lucas's gaze boldly swept over me from head to toe, making me feel completely exposed and utterly uncomfortable.
"You're not asleep yet?" I tried to stay calm, clutching my towel tightly.
"I can't sleep covered in sweat," he replied matter-of-factly.
I sidestepped him to leave the bathroom, but our bodies brushed past each other. The warmth of his bare skin was impossible to ignore.
"Go wash up then!" I gestured towards the bathroom, pretending to be indifferent.
He held up his bandaged hand and gestured to his head.
"Like this? How am I supposed to wash?"
"So… what now?"
His expression turned pitiful, and I couldn't help but think he might actually want me to help him bathe.
"Help your husband clean up," he said, his tone a mix of straightforwardness and teasing.
His request felt like too much. Sure, we were married on paper, but we weren't close enough for me to do something so intimate.