Carrie
For a second, my desperation to reach the bathroom was forgotten and all I did was stare at the man as though he were some alien man who had stumbled upon the house by mistake.
Alessandro Valante paid no heed to my unwelcoming expression and began to majestically approach the innards of the room. As his paces led him in, his fingers began to play with the buttons of the shirt that formed around the intricate moulds of his upper body.
In reaction, my brows furrowed and my head slanted towards the left while my lips pried apart in further confusion.
I soon found my voice and asked, “What are you doing?”
“Preparing to take a bath.” His response was so casual, you’d think that he spent the night with me. He was acting as though we were married couples who retired to that small hous
