Victor was still holding her phone when Polly Sutton suddenly lunged at him, practically throwing herself into his arms.
Polly Sutton's few remaining brain cells whirled quickly as she tried to come up with a way to escape without feeling too embarrassed.
Polly Sutton attempted to slowly retreat, but Victor's bath towel suddenly slipped off, and Polly quickly grabbed the towel, pressing her hands onto his buttocks.
Polly Sutton: "..."
It was the first time in her life she'd reacted so quickly!
Quick enough to make you want to die!
But she had to admit, for a man like Victor who's all muscles and bones, why was his butt so springy?
"Had enough squeezing?" Victor asked, eyeing Polly with a deep look.
Polly Sutton's face flushed bright red, yet she couldn't let go. If she let go now, she might get a stye or something.
But if she didn't hold on, it would really fall off.
"Then you hold it yourself," Polly Sutton gritted her teeth as she spoke.
