Summer Sutton ignored his gaze, not even caring about the water pouring down on her, her body blocking his way, preventing him from going any further.
Watt Bennet's gaze slowly fell, lingering on her face for a while, and his expression darkened slightly.
The showerhead above them was still spraying water, splashing down and soaking Summer Sutton completely.
She was still wearing clothes, the thin, wet fabric sticking to her body, making her look somewhat disheveled.
Watt Bennet stared at Summer Sutton in this state for quite a while, not caring that he was wearing nothing at all, grabbing her wrist, and dragging her out of the bathroom, tossing her out the door.
His movements were direct, like throwing a sack.
Summer Sutton sat stiffly on the carpet, her mind a bit dazed.
Watt Bennet returned to the bathroom, closing the door behind him, washing himself as if nothing had happened.
He stayed inside for quite a while, not coming out even after half an hour.
