Chapter 23: Those Feelings Are Natural

Luca is staring at me, waiting for me to tell him why he, of all people, shouldn't be noticing my body.

"Isn't it obvious?" I say, flustered. "Considering - shit! The bath!" I dart past him down the hall, back toward my room. I'm nearly to the door before I remember the whole reason I left in the first place. I spin back around. "Towels. I need towels."

"There should be some in the closet just down - "

I nearly run into him again as I dart past. I throw open the door he indicated and grab as many towels as I can hold.

"Get as many as you can," I tell him.

He still looks confused, but he comes over to the closet. I run back down the hall and into my bedroom.

The water has soaked further into the carpet. I throw down a couple of towels and stomp on them, trying to absorb as much liquid as possible. The rest of the towels I throw down on the bathroom floor.

"Whoa. What happened here?"

Luca is standing in the doorway, his arms full of towels and his eyebrows practically up to his g