Krystal's pov
His eyes were closed when he breezed into the bathroom, the towel in his hand swinging by his side. Wasn't he taking this too casually?
I was buck naked while he stood a couple feet away, the only thing shielding me from being ‘truly’ exposed were his closed eyelids.
“We have a dinner reservation, Krystal, so we can't spend all of our time here,” he said point blank, a blush ran through my cheeks. But I took a deep breath and made wet footprints on the tiled floor till I reached him.
My heart was beating so loudly that I was afraid that he would hear it, however the only thing I saw when his facial muscles moved was impatience.
Unbelievable, wasn't he flustered by this at all? I mean, yes, his eyes were closed but he still knew that I wasn't wearing anything on my pe
