"You came all the way to my room, babygirl. I can't imagine how much you want my lips on you." He says.
I'm definitely in the wrong room.
"Sorry, I opened the wrong door." I say.
"No you didn't." He says. He's not wearing a shirt, his tattoos on display with a towel hung low on his hips. His hair is damp, probably from showering and falls over his forehead, a few droplets falling to the ground. His hands push his hair back and fall back down to his sides.
"I'm in this room. It's definitely not the wrong one." He says and smirks, just as my face falls and my face turns red, like in every other second I am with this boy.
"I am just gonna go to the other room and eat my ice cream." I say jabbing my thumb in the other direction and turn the other way. He quickly gets to me in a few st
