Chapter 27 – Heating Up Again
Evan opened the fitting room door, slipped inside, and locked it behind him.
Hannah stood with her back to him. The fitted white T-shirt she had worn earlier was already off, hanging casually to the side.
Evan looked carefully.
The zipper really was stuck.
It seemed the clasp he adjusted at noon had not sat properly, and now the hidden zipper had caught the edge of the bra.
"Don't move. I'll handle it."
Looking at the exposed smooth back in front of him, Evan felt all the blood in his body heat at once. His throat went dry.
For one second, he almost lost control completely.
He wanted to step forward, lock his arms around the woman in front of him, and kiss her until she forgot how to be calm.
But he bit the tip of his tongue hard, using pain to force down the fire.
Reason beat desire, barely.
"Why are you standing there?" Hannah urged in shame and anger. "Hurry up."
"Right away."
Evan steadied his breathing and reached out.
But the hidden zipper was jammed too tightly. He pulled slightly harder.
Snap.
The zipper did not open.
Instead, a row of clear plastic fasteners broke.
The moment they broke, the restraint loosened.
Even from behind, Evan could tell that the soft fullness in front of Hannah had been released suddenly. From the side, a dangerous glimpse flashed into view.
Hannah cried out and crossed both arms over her chest in panic.
"Get out. Hurry up and get out."
"Okay, okay. Right now."
Evan's brain crashed. Heat rushed up, and he retreated in a panic.
Outside the door, hearing the rustling inside as Hannah changed, Evan's mind was filled with that one accidental glimpse.
Holy heaven.
Did that count as seeing Hannah completely?
Only when Hannah came out red-faced did Evan finally stop standing there like a fool.
"Why are you dazed? Let's go."
Evan snapped back.
Because he had broken the trial piece, Hannah had no choice but to pay for it at the counter.
In the car, Evan's mind refused to obey. The image from the fitting room kept looping. He could not press it down.
Neither spoke during the drive.
Back home, Hannah asked quietly, "Hungry? Want me to make something?"
"Not yet. Later I'll cook noodles and add an egg for you."
"Okay."
Hannah walked quickly into the master bedroom and locked the door with a bang.
Leaning against the door, her heart beat violently.
Today's accidents had come one after another. That forbidden thrill was almost too much.
She collapsed onto the bed, touched her hot cheeks, then shook her head hard.
"Hannah, how lonely are you? Even Evan is becoming something you imagine? Shameless."
She cursed herself, got up, and drank several mouthfuls of cold water before the heat in her chest lowered a little.
Both returned to their rooms with their own thoughts and slept.
At around midnight, Hannah woke with an urgent need to use the bathroom.
Half asleep, she went straight to the restroom and pushed the door open.
Only then did she realize Evan was showering inside.
Behind the frosted glass of the separated shower, the outline of Evan's broad shoulders and narrow waist appeared clearly. The shape was not detailed, but the muscular lines were far stronger than Rowan's weak frame could ever be.
Hearing movement, Evan turned off the water.
"Hannah? Is that you?"
Hannah's face turned red instantly.
"It's me. I... couldn't hold it. Bathroom."
After saying that, she hurried to the toilet.
In the quiet night, the sound of water became embarrassingly clear.
Separated by only a glass door and a little air, both of them felt their mouths go dry. The atmosphere grew thick enough to pull into threads.
After finishing, Hannah pulled up her shorts and fled.
Not long after, Evan came out wiping his hair.
His change of clothes had all gone into the washing machine, so he had only wrapped a white towel around his lower body. Water slid down his firm chest.
He sat casually on the single armchair.
"Hannah, hungry? I'll cook noodles for you."
"Mm. Okay."
Hannah's eyes could not quite move away.
This boy's body had far more material than she expected.
Evan went into the kitchen wearing only the towel.
Soon, he carried out two bowls of steaming noodles.
"Hannah, noodles are ready."
He had just bent down to place the bowls on the coffee table when the towel around his waist, which had never been tied securely, slid straight to the floor.
Hannah's eyes widened.
She screamed once, turned her head in panic, and covered her burning face.
Evan froze on the spot.
Then he slammed the bowls onto the table, grabbed the towel from the floor to cover himself, and practically crawled back to his room to find clothes.
When he came out again in loose shorts, the atmosphere was extremely strange.
Hannah lowered her head and picked at the noodles, pretending nothing had happened. Her voice trembled slightly.
"The noodles... taste good."
"Good. Good."
Evan scratched his head awkwardly and quickly changed the topic.
"By the way, where should we shoot photos tomorrow afternoon?"
Hannah took the step he offered and breathed out.
"Let's drive to the seaside instead. Take photos there."
"The seaside?"
Evan's eyes brightened.
He had grown up inland and had never seen the sea.
"Good. Then seaside."
Then he blurted, "Hannah, do you have bikinis?"
Hannah's cheeks warmed.
"Yes... several."
Evan's mouth curled into a bad smile.
"Then choose the sexiest ones. Tomorrow I'll take the hottest beach photos for you."
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