As the little voice called out "Papa?", both Julius and Rosalina froze on the spot.
All the hot excitement disappeared in a second, well, not completely, but there was definitely no time to keep going.
Julius quickly let go of her hands and dropped back onto the bed. He crossed his legs fast in lotus position, trying to look calm and peaceful like a monk.
Rosalina jumped up and started fixing her dress with quick, nervous hands.
While she smoothed the fabric, her eyes suddenly dropped to his lower body.
He was only wearing a thin towel, and his manly pride was still standing proud, twitching like it refused to calm down.
Her cheeks turned bright red. Without saying a word, she grabbed a big pillow and a shawl, shoved them at him, and turned away fast.
Julius wrapped the shawl around his waist and hugged the pillow tight over his lap. His face burned with embarrassment.
