Damien stepped out of the bathroom, fully clothed with Carla in his hands only to pause at the door.
“What do you want?" His voice turned frosty making her frown before turning to look at who Damien was addressing.
Upon seeing the blank face of Rhys as he sat on one of the couches in the room, Carla snapped her eyes shut.
Now she felt she needed someone to give her a goddamn shovel so she could dig a pit and bury herself and Damien into the floor.
“What do I want?" Rhys asked again and when she mustered up the courage to look at him, he had his leg crossed over the other one as his eyes were trained on her body.
“Get out." Damien spat before proceeding to the bed.
“Maybe if you guys try to be quiet next time, we would not have to face this awkwardness.
'aaarggghh! Shut up!’ Sh
