Violet
He flinched, as if coming to his senses. He snatched his hand back to himself and raised his eyes to meet mine.
"I apologise, I shouldn't have—" He dragged his breath and pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them again.
I nodded quickly, and darted forward, latching onto my discarded pant and turning my back to him hurriedly.
I sensed him slowly pulling back and when I could no longer sense his pointed stare at my back, I fought the urge to look back.
If he wasn't staring at me, he was likely washing himself too, and it would be rude to—
The faint sound of fabric rustled behind me, stopping my train of thought.
Then the splashes of water against the backdrop of the flowing rain followed.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced my attention to cleaning myself rather than the naked man behind me.
