Naomi Kenway's grip on her cup tightened abruptly, stunned by the sudden turn of events.
"You, Ethan Shaw…"
She was dumbfounded, unsure how to react for a moment.
"I need your help, Nina."
"Y-You can tell me."
Naomi was relieved that Ethan still had a towel wrapped around his lower body. Her gaze finally had a safe place to land.
The wound on Ethan's left shoulder couldn't get wet, so he had to wash himself with a towel.
"I can't reach my back. Can you help me?"
Naomi thought for a moment and decided his request was reasonable. She shouldn't refuse.
A large, well-defined hand reached past her, and the bathroom door closed once more.
Naomi casually placed her cup on a nearby counter, then took the towel.
Ethan turned, presenting his broad back to her.
