Lia couldn't move, as though her feet were stuck in glue. She struggled to form a reply for a moment that stretched out like an eternity. She stepped closer to Claude, who was now lathering himself; however, she remained clothed as she knew well what would happen if she undressed.
"Did I… do something wrong?" she asked.
Claude let out a surprised laugh as if he couldn't believe what he heard. "I should be asking you that. I was quite drunk last night."
His gaze sharpened as he waited for her answer. When none came, he pulled the lever and let the warm water cascade down his body. Lia came to a halt at a safe distance, where the water wouldn't reach her.
"But you still remember everything that happened?"
"Naturally." He nodded, a slight grin hanging on his red lips. "Including what you said in your sleep."
Lia paced around him slowly. She didn't know what she had said, but she knew that Claude was about to tease her. His eyes followed her, twinkling with mischievousness.