"I wouldn't."

Ariana, with a hint of amusement in her voice, directed him, pointing towards the bathroom while instructing him to place his wet clothes in the nearby bucket.

Eager to change into dry clothes, Mateo headed towards the bathroom.

Mateo swiftly changed into the provided t-shirts and shorts and carefully deposited his damp clothes in the bucket. Stepping out of the bathroom, he was taken aback by the breathtaking sight before him. Ariana stood there, gracefully tying a towel around her chest, with its ends reaching her thighs. Her beauty and allure seemed to have intensified, captivating Mateo's gaze.

For a suspended moment, their eyes met, engaging in a silent exchange of admiration and curiosity. Ariana held her gaze, her eyes reflecting emotions. Mateo caught off guard, felt a rush of emotions surge within him. Yet, without a word, he turned and made his way to the living room, a myriad of thoughts swirling in his mind.

Inside the bathroom, Ariana immersed herself in a soothing bath,