Chapter 5. Human Tornado

Lucas snapped out of his daze, stammering as he tried to form a coherent response. “I was just— I brought you some clothes,” he managed, holding up the bundle in his arms like a peace offering.

Amy’s eyes narrowed, her grip tightening on the curtain. “And you thought the best way to give them to me was to barge into the bathroom while I was showering?”

“No! I mean, I heard singing and I thought—”

“You thought what? That you’d get a free peep show?” Amy snapped.

“No, of course not!” Lucas protested, his own face burning. “I have no desire to watch you shower.”

“Then why are you still standing here and staring at my naked body, you creep?” she demanded.

Lucas shook his head as if to shake off this ridiculous situation. “If you are so bothered by me looking at you, why aren’t you covering yourself up already?”

Her face turned even redder, if it was even possible. “Be-because…I have nothing to be ashamed of,” she said, tilting her chin up. “It is your