After a few hours, Ava emerged from the bathroom, her skin radiant and her hair damp. The towel was wrapped around her chest, clinging to her curves and leaving little to the imagination. Luke's eyes widened as he stared at her, his gaze fixed on the tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage.

Ava noticed his gaze and raised an eyebrow. "Why are you still in the room, Luke?" she asked her voice firm but laced with a hint of amusement.

Luke stammered, "I-I don't have a booked room. I was ...