Dakota didn't know how things had escalated to this point, having just agreed to share a bed with Curtis after he massaged her back.
She subconsciously agreed to lend him her bed, having acted without thinking, and once the words were out, they couldn't be taken back.
Curtis didn't seem to intend to give her a chance either.
Upon hearing her say "okay," a light, crisp response, he curved his lips into a small laugh, barely waiting for the last note to fade.
And then he walked straight into Dakota's bedroom—
No, it was the master bedroom of their wedding house.
Dakota's gaze followed Curtis as he sauntered towards the bathroom.
At the bathroom door, his steps paused, and he leaned back, turning his head to look at Dakota, "So... would you mind lending the bathroom as well?"
Dakota: "..."
She silently and speechlessly looked at Curtis.
He didn't seem to wait for another answer from her, reaching out to grab a white towel, "Thanks."
With that, Curtis straightened up and walked into the bathroom as if it were his own room.
Dakota's brain processed slower than his actions.
By the time she snapped back to reality, Curtis was already in the bathroom, and she could faintly hear the sound of water.
Dakota couldn't help but raise her hand.
She pretended to strike, waving her hand in the air, muttering under her breath, "You're truly a puppy!"
His bed was just wet, not collapsed, so why did he need to borrow her bathroom?
But Dakota didn't bother arguing with him.
Considering he had given her a massage tonight, she leaned back into the soft bed, pulled her feet up, and started browsing elements of D City on her tablet.
Men tend to shower quickly.
Curtis hadn't brought any change of clothes when he arrived.
When the bathroom door opened again, mist carrying a cool, grapefruit scent rushed out.
Curtis wasn't wearing a shirt.
A thin, lean waist was loosely wrapped in a towel, and his upper body displayed tensed muscles and male hormones.
Dakota instinctively looked up when she heard the door opening.
She inadvertently met Curtis's half-naked body and his seductive lines.
The man didn't seem to care about displaying his physique.
He held a soft white towel with one hand, the clear and strong joints bending as he rubbed his wet hair, making the veins on the back of his hand stand out slightly.
Curtis lazily lifted his eyelids.
As expected, he met the pair of panicked eyes that had just stumbled upon this scene.
Dakota was suddenly stunned.
She swore she was just waiting for Curtis to come out because she also wanted to take a shower later.
So she instinctively looked up when she heard the door open.
She certainly didn't mean to peek at him!
But she hadn't expected that just a glance would get her caught.
Dakota turned her face away in panic, "Don't misunderstand, I didn't mean to look at you."
Curtis raised his lips and laughed casually.
He tilted his head slightly, wiping the water that dripped from his hair onto his neck, the towel brushing past his body in a seductive manner.
"If you want to look, go ahead, it's legal, and I won't laugh at you."
"..."
But Dakota's ears turned even redder.
Although she turned her face away, she could vaguely see Curtis's moving upper body from the corner of her eye.
She wondered if he was doing it on purpose.
It seemed like he was deliberately moving into her line of sight.
So Dakota inevitably spent some time admiring Curtis's half-naked body with her peripheral vision...
Sexy and tempting.
It emitted a primitive wildness, like a hunter weaving a large net around her, determined to win.
Full of aggression.
Providing plenty of security.
Dakota felt the air was filled with ambiguity, and a peculiar fluttering sensation was being peeled away layer by layer.
Her cheeks were hot.
Suddenly, she put down her tablet, sat up, and said, "I'm going to take a shower too, and—"
Dakota didn't know what kind of mindset she was in when she said with the courage to face social death, "And remember to wear underwear before getting into bed!"
With that, she hurried into the bathroom in her slippers.
Curtis lazily turned his head, savoring Dakota's reminder to wear underwear, and glanced down.
Was it that obvious?
However, Dakota regretted it as soon as she entered the bathroom.
She couldn't believe she had just said something like—remember to wear underwear!
It made it seem like she had specifically observed that part of Curtis and noticed he wasn't wearing underwear!
In fact, she had just mentioned it casually.
After all, Curtis hadn't brought anything with him, naturally no change of clothes.
So she figured that after Curtis took off his underwear, he probably didn't have new ones to change into, hence he likely came out in the towel without underwear...
Dakota just simply feared he'd be bare when getting into bed, so she mentioned it casually.
No way.
Would Curtis misunderstand anything?
Dakota was extremely frustrated.
She turned on the shower, and throughout the process, she felt as if the fragrance and the lingering atmosphere that Curtis had left behind were surrounding her.
Even though she was taking a shower herself,
she somehow felt enveloped by Curtis, as if he was standing right next to her.
This shower was making her increasingly restless.
The more she washed, the less calm she became.
Dakota didn't dare to linger too long inside. After she was mostly done, she hurriedly turned off the shower and left the bathroom.
But then she realized—
She, too, had forgotten to bring a change of clothes!
Dakota felt utterly embarrassed.
Mist floated in the air, condensing into dew on the fine hairs of her cheeks due to the interplay of warmth and coolness, making her long lashes look enchantingly beautiful.
Curtis could walk out wrapped in a towel, bare-chested without any issue.
But—
Dakota really couldn't handle this mentally.
She just imagined herself in a robe, completely hollow from top to bottom, and felt a chill down her spine.
So Dakota approached the bathroom door.
She knocked on the door with tears welling up but not falling, quietly opening a crack, her voice hidden in the bathroom mist, gripping the pink bedroom, "Curtis."
Curtis was already in bed.
Though he didn't want to be decent,
he wasn't going to sleep with Dakota naked, so after Dakota entered the bathroom, he went back to his room to put on underwear and changed into loose pajamas.
Curtis lay lazily with his legs crossed, leaning against the headboard, playing with his phone.
Suddenly, he heard Dakota calling him from the bathroom.
He slowly lifted his eyes, "What?"
