“Harold, get up! We’ll be late for the airport.” Isabella shouted at him from inside his closet as she paced back and forth, packing up his clothes for their trip.
“It’s literally five in the morning and our flight doesn’t leave till nine…” Harold groaned in frustration shifting over his bed and facing his back upwards, wearing nothing but a pair of sweat pants.
Isabella groaned agitatedly and walked towards his bed to see his entire muscular upper body flashing nakedly.
“Why don’t you sleep with a shirt on something?” she complained throwing a pillow over at him.
His entire body jolted with fire at her words as he turned around now presumably wide away, supporting his head over his hand as his arm rested over a pillow.
“Why? Don’t you like what you see?” he smirked flashing an ey
