Her face flushed an unusual shade of red, the color blooming to the tips of her ears.

"Sigourney, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"

Theodore, naturally, had no idea what was truly troubling her. He assumed she might be sick, his tone tinged with vague concern as he towel-dried his hair and took a few steps closer to her.

But in her current state, his approach only served to heighten the tension in the air.

The sight of his toned muscles, those chiseled abs glistening slightly with the ...