I smiled back at her and then gave my sweetest smile to the devil destroying his plan of seeing me n***d. He just smirked back at me.
Why the hell is he smirking back at me? Now, what is going on in his head?
I thought with a furrowed brow and seeing my face, his smirks deepened. I just ignored him.
We packed our clothes for three days. It was a three-hour drive from our farmhouse. Most of the ride, I slept and the devil has still not scolded or burst at me. Whenever our eyes met he gave me a death glare and I always turned my head in another direction. I don't know what is going on in his head.
When we reached, the sun had gone down. The boys started unloading our luggage. I was the first one to go inside and met the caretaker Mr.Kavinsky. He is a grandpa figure and it was fun to h
