Clearing my throat, I raised the towel to Karlo’s face and began wiping his sweat away. I am better masking my anxiety by making my expression straight and stoic. I don’t want him to see that I am nervous as hell just by touching his body, but the shaking of my hand was evident, betraying every ounce of my dignity. Still, I continued.

“Wow,” I heard Timothy comment again, just like he always does. “You’re making fun of my marital status again…”

“Who told you, anyway, not to ...