The Leak.

Lucas's eyes widened as he entered the room to find Olive standing there, half-naked, frozen in place. His gaze darted away quickly, but the smirk that tugged at the corners of his lips didn't escape her notice.

"Do you just love walking in on me when I'm half-dressed, or what?" Olive snapped, her face flushing red as she scrambled to grab the duvet, clutching it tightly to her chest.

"I knocked," Lucas replied casually, though his eyes flickered briefly in her direction before he tossed a towel her way. "You just didn't hear me. Anyway, here's your outfit. You should probably change into it."

He laid the clothes on the bed before turning on his heel, giving Olive a chance to shove him out of the room.

"Whatever," Olive muttered under her breath. She snatched the towel from the bed and forcefully pushed him out, locking the door with a loud click. After retreating to the bathroom, she leaned against the door, her heart still racing from the encounter.