Hearing the sound, Summer Shawcross couldn't help but turn her head and look in the direction of the bathroom.
Just finished showering, Noah Drexler walked out while using a towel to wipe the water from his short hair.
Noah's physique was excellent, and at this moment, with only a towel tied around his waist, his nearly perfect proportions were completely displayed.
And on his firm chest, there were a few crystalline droplets of water...
To Summer, this scene was inexplicably somewhat tempting.
Visually appetizing... In her mind, embarrassingly, these words appeared.
Her face flushed slightly; she wondered why she hadn't noticed before that his body could provoke such wild thoughts in her.
...
By the time she recovered, Noah had already walked over to the sofa by the bed, tossed the towel he used to dry his hair aside, and sat down on the sofa, picking up his phone from the coffee table to look at it.
