Ethan stood in the middle of Charlotte's room, frozen.
His eyes locked onto hers, but Charlotte wasn't looking at his face. No, her wide, horrified eyes were fixed on the fact that she was completely naked in front of him.
A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she grabbed the towel from the bed and wrapped it around herself.
"Ethan!" she shrieked, her face burning with embarrassment and rage. "What the hell are you doing in my room?"
Ethan, still stunned, turned around immediately, his hands covering his face in awe.
"I—" he started, but Charlotte wasn't interested in hearing him out.
"Get out!" she yelled, clutching the towel tightly around her. "Now!"
"Hear me out first," Ethan urged. "It's not like I meant to walk in on you like that. Your grandmother told me to talk to you."
"So?" Charlotte scoffed, still breathless from shock. "Oh, so now you and my grandma are plotting together?" she accused, her voice sharp with anger.
