Tessa Caldwell's hand holding the towel froze, her cheek twitched, and she glared at Faye, blushing, "You, put away your filthy thoughts."
Faye glanced at her calmly and said matter-of-factly, "You can't blame me, I'm a normal man."
Tessa threw the towel into the basin, her face darkening, "Dry off and put on your pants."
Faye let out a nonchalant chuckle, his voice deep and hoarse, "What, stir me up and then leave it at that?"
"Who's stirring you up." Tessa glared at him angrily, "I have no interest in you whatsoever."
"Ha," Faye laughed sarcastically, "Not sure who just now treated my thigh like a rare treasure, didn't even dare to touch it hard."
Tessa couldn't speak for a long moment, "I was afraid of touching your wound, that only proves I'm considerate, nothing to do with stirring you up."
Faye looked at the tent erected beneath him, then back at Tessa, and said unfazed, "I've seen what I shouldn't have seen, you've taken all the liberties, now it's up to you."
