I came out of the bathroom with only a towel on. Jetro was sitting on the bed while holding his cellphone.
"I put your things in the closet," he said. He must have noticed that I was looking for my bag that I had placed on the edge of the couch earlier.
"Okay, thanks." I stepped forward.
"Just wear a bathrobe. You don't have to wear your clothes." My cheeks reddened at what he said. I just didn't pay attention to him anymore. I quickly walked to his walk in closet.
I felt even more nervous. I peeked at the door.
"Can I borrow your bathrobe?"
"Go ahead." He nodded.
My long hair is still wet. I saw his hair blower.
"Jetro, can I use a hair blower?"
"Feel free to use my things. I won't mind." I smiled.
I started drying my hair. His pillow might get wet from my hair is wet so I nee
