She's taking too long. Too damn long. I sit on the bed with a frown on my face.
"Eva! How long will you take?" I shout, annoyed.
The bathroom door unlocks and she leans over the door, looking like a perfectionist . By the way she's chewing on her lip, I know for sure she's nervous, but about what, I'm not so sure. This girl is like crazy. She drives me crazy mad all the time with her stubborn and kinky personality.
And right now because of the pieces of almost 'nonexistent' clothing wrapped around her body.
"What in the world are you even wearing ?" I ask, pointing at her little 'thing' she's wearing.
She strides towards the bed, and raises her eyebrows. "They're clothes?" It came out more like a question from her mouth than an answer.
No way. No way in this world is she wearing thes
