Idris POV:
I admire the long mirror and the vanity in the bathroom, I took a hot shower from the copper shower and the pure white marble with the black antiques. I spent enough time to take a shower. I washed my hair, tied a towel around myself, and tied another towel for my hair. Jack is nowhere found in the living room. I went to his room to take any of his used t-shirts, but there was none. Yesterday he did laundry, which is very much surprising but he didn't take the clothes from the dryer. Typical Jack. I went back to my room, Jack is standing in front of the mirror, with a towel around his hip. I gasp, I clenched the towel tight to myself, I don't want it to fall. All the time I was the one who initiates but I'm not ready for it too. But I don't want him to know it. It will make wo
