Chapter 169

Her dry throat felt way better after a few sips of water. Prescott stood up to set the glass down, and Camila moved slightly, pulling back the blanket, planning to get out of bed. But the moment she glanced down at the clean pajamas she was wearing, she froze. Not only had her clothes been changed, even her underwear was gone-leaving her completely bare underneath. Instantly, a flush of red crept up her cheeks. Seeing that Prescott hadn't turned around yet, she quickly yanked the blanket over herself, covering her chest. Summer pajamas were already so thin-they barely covered anything, and now she was all exposed in front of him? She couldn't deal. "You're shy again?" Prescott stood by the bed, giving her a teasing look. "Really, though-what's there to be embarrassed about? I've already seen-and touched-everything, haven't I?" His low, husky voice was dangerously charming, sending her heart into a chaotic rhythm, pounding like it was trying to jump out of her throat. Her long black hai