My eyes kept drifting to his room door as I made breakfast, expecting him to step out, but he didn’t. It was almost dawn, and I still hadn’t seen him.
After I finished eating, I decided to knock on his door. I wanted to know what he was up to.
"Ivan," I called out, but there came no reply.
"I'm coming in," I let known before opening his door. To my surprise, he was fast asleep, and out of curiosity, I drew closer to him.
He had taken off his suit jacket and buttoned shirt and was shirtless. Only his trousers remained. For the first time, I noticed a scar on the top of his left shoulder. Whatever happened to him, I was sure it caused a deep cut.
I leaned down a bit, unable to stop myself from admiring his build. His muscles remained flexed as he lay there—strong arms and a perfectly sc
