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The young knight jumped at the sound of his name, reaching over the side of the tub he grabbed the towel throwing it over himself as he stood up, almost falling out of the tub. “I-Summer- can you- ah- give me a sec?”
It’s like his action frees her to move, and she spins around, burying her face in her hands. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she babbles, “I just — I don’t know why I came, I mean I do, but I should have sent a message, knocked, I don’t — I’ll just — “
Mordred wrapped the towel around his waist, his cheeks reddening and he bit the inside of his cheek, words not coming out. “D- I- I’ll get d-dressed, wait outside w-will you?”
“Yes, yes, I’ll just — ” She’s /still/ babbling, half-hurrying back across the room and yanking the door open. Closing it behind her, she takes a step sideways and slides down the wall in a puddle of embarrassment and helpless heat. Everytime she closes her eyes, she sees him again.