“Sorry, I will be leaving now," I said, then turned around, and walked out of his room with a mixed feeling of embarrassment as well as an unexplainable silly happiness.
Why am I happy though? I guess it's because I have finally thanked him for saving my life? But truthfully I know that's not the reason, there was something more to it. Something I haven't yet figured out yet.
Coming out of Marcel's room I couldn't get that silly smile off my face as my mind kept replaying that temping image of Marcel only wearing a towel however I didn't take more than three steps before the smile vanish from my face when I saw Marcel's friend Eden standing, resting on the rails of the open hallway, his face buried in his phone.
If I could avoid him I would have but I have no choice than to walk past wh
