Raul insisted on sleeping in the guest room. I spent half the night tossing and turning, knowing he’s here in the house. I think he’s just trying to impress my Grandpa by sleeping separately.
When I went downstairs, I noticed the house is quiet. I looked out the window and saw Raul shirtless. He seems to be digging a hole in the ground.
I stood in the window, admiring his toned abs as he worked the ground with the shovel. He raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and I chuckled, wondering if he’s ever done such hard labor.
Raul seems to use to the life of the Business Suit. It’s not to say he doesn’t work hard, but the two are very different. Sighing, I decided to bring them some fresh lemonade.
This will give me an up-close view. I poured two glasses and carried
