Chapter 46

Prescott looked down at her, eyes dark and unreadable. The light hit one side of his face, casting deep shadows along his sharp features, giving off an indifferent, slightly wild aura. Coldly, he turned, planning to grab a towel for her and help her out of her soaked clothes. But the moment he moved, a pair of burning soft arms wrapped around his waist out of nowhere. "Camila, hands off. Now." He hadn't touched a woman in two years. And she just clung to him like that? Reckless. Not that she could hear him. Camila was out of it, heat-clouded and fuzzy-headed. All she wanted was something cool. She moved unconsciously against him, her flushed cheek pressed to his waist. The damp fabric of his half-dry shirt felt soothing against her face. "Mm..." she let out a soft sound, burying her tangled hair into his side like a sleepy kitten, completely unaware of how much she was teasing him. His muscles went stiff. Prescott spun around and grabbed her face, intending to push her off, but the mom