Bella's POV
Panic surged through me as I spun around, clutching my robe desperately against my body. The silk material felt flimsy under my trembling fingers.
He definitely saw everything. My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing I could disappear.
"God, I'm sorry," Hugo's voice came from behind me, thick with mortification.
When I finally gathered the courage to glance back, he had turned away completely, his hand raking through his dark hair in obvious distress.
"I swear I didn't see anything. Wait, no, that's not what I meant. I did see, but I wasn't looking," he stumbled over his words, making the situation infinitely worse.
What was he even trying to say? That he wasn't making promises about what he saw?
"It's fine. I had undergarments on anyway," I lied smoothly, frantically securing the robe's belt.
"Sure you did," he shot back, skepticism dripping from his voice.
