Dimitri's gaze set upon her figure, draped closed by the fold of the fabric that kept her modest. Her hair, wet and kinked to a slight curl caused by the water, sat loose behind her back, and her smooth porcelain skin remained present with a few droplets of water that she had missed upon drying. Although his first instinct had been to grow angry at her, he couldn't help but feel thankful. She was standing as she had several times before, waiting for him to either grow angry or s****l towards her-but he seemed to take in every detail of her presence. Even the way her face sparkled from being free from cosmetics or her fingers moving nervously from the towel to her hair.
"You really should not have walked on your own…you could have fallen or become dizzy…" he spoke, his tone coming across
