Charlotte sat on one of the couches in the parlor, admiring the small house. Not until Jack walked out of his room with only a white towel wrapped around his waist did she realize how close they were. Jack was holding another small towel in his right hand, which he ran through his short, black wavy hair.
"Jack, are you sure I should start going back home to my parents’ house? I'm sure the guards searching for me have gone farther away or gone back to report to Teddy that they couldn't find me," Charlotte said, quickly looking away from Jack's masculine dark chest.
The white towel wrapped only around Jack's waist made Charlotte feel her heart palpitate, beating loudly in her chest.
Jack didn’t respond to Charlotte as he stood in front of his room door, admiring her. It was late at night—
