DEL MORINO
The sight before me was enough to stop me in my tracks as the door creaked open and I entered the room.
Layla stood in the center of the room, her damp hair falling over her shoulders and a towel tightly wrapped around her body
I leaned idly against the doorframe, she turned around not expecting to see me.
“Del!” she snapped her wide eyes to mine like a startled deer, keeping the towel close to her chest like a lifeline.
" Why are you in this room?
I pretended not to understand what she was saying and raised an eyebrow.
"What are you talking about? This is my room."
Her cheeks turned red and she glanced around as if seeking a way out.
"You could have knocked."
Grinning I walked into the room and closed the door.
"Why? I mean I have seen worse."
She glared at me
