"You can quit undressing me with your eyes now," the ginger-haired man quipped, leaning against the doorway of your room. He casually adjusted the towel around his waist with one hand while the other rested on the door frame. Water from his soaked hair trickled down his body and onto the floor.

"I've been shirtless in front of you countless times, yet you still can't resist staring," he teased with a playful and mocking tone. "Just pass me my shirt, will you?"