"What are you covering up for?" Finn Hawthorne walked to the hospital bed and tugged at her blanket. "It's not like you're the naked one. Do you really need to hide?"
Faye Vaughn was no match for his strength. With one tug, the blanket slid down, revealing her face.
Her long lashes fluttered. 'The view from this angle... is a little too intense.'
She was lying down, and he was standing before her bed. Her gaze landed right on his abdomen.
A white bath towel was covering all the important parts, but a certain shape seemed to be bulging from underneath.
Faye Vaughn's gaze darted away as if she'd been burned, and she quickly covered her eyes.
"Covering your eyes again? Don't you get tired of that?" Finn Hawthorne didn't immediately grasp the situation and subconsciously glanced down at himself.
Then, it dawned on him.
'Damn it!'
'He'd thought she wouldn't notice.'
'He never thought this damn towel would be so useless; it barely concealed anything at all.'
