Tan looked up from the edge of the bathroom entrance, water dripping from his hair and running down his body. The door was open. And standing in the doorway was a woman with chestnut hair everywhere, a blue dressing gown, and two wide brown eyes that were currently running between his face and somewhere in the region of his stomach.
His brows drew together. "Who are you?" he asked. "And are you lost?"
Odelia did not answer. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Her brain had short-circuited somewhere between his chest and his face, and restarting it was proving impossible.
Tan exhaled through his nose, irritation flickering across his features. "If you have quite finished gawking, I'd appreciate a little space to get dressed. Shut the door behind you."
