Chapter 12

Clara's POV

"What are you doing in here!" Derek shouted.

Derek sneered at me, staring daggers into my soul with narrowed eyes. His face became crimson in an instant, which I saw.

He was totally nude! Beautifully nude, said a voice within my skull.

I squinted my eyes and looked away, hoping that maybe if I worked hard enough, I might suddenly vanish from this circumstance.

With my face against the wall and the water still pouring in, I was officially stuck. I lacked the courage to turn off the faucet.

The water then came to an end. That's when I realised it was time to confront him.

I turned to face him cautiously, my uniform now adhering to my body and my hair soaking wet.

I raised my gaze for a brief while before lowering it to the floor.

Now he had beautiful muscles, a naked chest, and his waist covered in a towel.

He continued to glare at me, so it's likely that his rage was growing.

I stood there with my hands clasped together like a schoolboy. Awaiting my sentence.

"What are y