18 | Mobbed

◇ KEL ◇

He'd seen me buck naked?

Where? How? I never sashayed around his house in just my underwear. Never. Nor could I recall an incident where I'd posed naked in front of the camera. Even semi-topless photo shoots were out of the question.

The most revealing catwalk outfit I'd worn only revealed a third of my bust. Even the big-name Italian brands...it didn't matter. Miles didn't let me pose nude, either, and he said I didn't have to, and that my parents had enough reasons to dislike him.

"Still there?" I shouted from inside the shower area. No noises from outside could be heard in the bathroom. It was like the light gray walls were soundproof.

"Yeah."

I froze under the showerhead. His muted voice sounded near. Standing by the sink? "Forgot to lock the door again, stupid," I mumbled to myself.

"It was that one time I found you in the bathtub, close to drowning. Just out of it. Puked your guts out all night."

"What?"

"After Paul's party. You were drinking like a pro all night