Andrew, oblivious to Elio's hungry gaze and lustful thoughts, sighed in frustration as he finished cleaning his shirt, or more like himself, as all the wine had ended up on his body.
Now that he stared at his drenched version, he realized it had been a bad idea to try cleaning with water. But the discomfort from the sticky wine had left him with little choice, and the towel didn't help much.
But now he was left with his shirt clinging to his damp body, making him even more uncomfortable. He sighed in frustration, as he thought there was no way he would go back to the party in this state. So, the only option was to head home.
He sighed in relief at the fact that their task at the party had already ended. So, leaving wouldn't be a problem. After contemplating for a while, he decided that heading home would be the best. Since he couldn't go to the hall in this state, he would leave through the back exit and call Isabella to come to their car. Yes, that would be better.
