(9) Smirk

"You are wet," I told Elliot as I try my very best to clench my jaw so that it would not drop. Elliot looks dashing with clothes. His personality is charming and interesting. But, Elliot without a shirt on? He is a God among men.

From El's raised eyebrow, I bet he is thinking about an innuendo I did not mean to make. I almost smiled a little because that is such a typical Elliot thinking. He can be a gentleman, but he can also be really... something.

Since the gesture made me realize that what I said can be misleading, I cleared my throat and rephrased what I said, "I mean, you are drenched with water, which is why you are wet. Which is really obvious because you are dripping right now." Both of his eyebrows soared high. Oh my gosh. "Water, you are dripping water. Not whatever you are thinking." I paused and collected myself. I faced to my left to take my gaze away from him and cleared my throat. "And here is a towel."

He gives me a wide smile as if he knows that his beautiful body ha