Setsabile was not in the house when we got there which I was happy for. My bag was packed quickly, him walking in my room and standing by the door with his phone on his face, typing something. I paused what I was doing, watching him with his crossed leg and his messy hair. I shook my head, pulling the first clothes my eyes fell upon and slipped them into a bag along with my toiletries before slinging my bag over my shoulder and looking up.
“Done.” I said, him looking up and nodding with a smile on his face. He was so gorgeous lord. I gave him a smile back and there we were walking out of the house and through the kitchen with the dishes in the sink. They seemed to multiply every time I passed through. Embarrassment had me stare at my feet, the kitchen a pure mess making me wonder what
