Chapter 12 - Charlie (Part 2)

Fortunately, she was more composed and had already hidden her soaked panties in her suitcase when he walked out the bathroom door, dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt. Attentive as he was to his every move, it didn't escape her notice that his face was flushed and not just from the hot shower water, as she well knew. For the next few minutes, he didn't even make a move to look or speak to her, methodically rummaging through the suitcase with his back to her, even though he didn't seem to be looking for anything in particular. To Charlie's surprise, the longer she watched him, the more that behavior seemed oddly familiar. Could it be... had this happened before? Had he ever masturbated near her without her ever realizing it?

Spurred on by this new information about him, Charlie began to replay in her mind the times in the past that she had seen him with that same lost expression and those slightly rosy cheeks, avoiding his gaze as much as possible. Come to think of it, maybe the first