I went over to my wardrobe. Swung the doors wide open. The towel kept falling. I steadied it with one hand while reaching for the first outfit that seemed safe enough not to cause me harm. My hands trembled slightly. Whether from irritation or anxiety I couldn’t tell. I had to meet up with the two minutes deadline.
I took the clothes into the bathroom. Closed the door. I exhaled deeply unaware that I had been holding my breath. God he possessed this ability to occupy a space as if he were the air itself. It felt like everything, within me shifted in a way whenever he was near.
Annoying man.
I dressed rapidly but haven't done my hair still damp from the shower. Got out he was there.
“Is it two minutes already?” I asked my breath hitching.
Remaining where he had been seated as if the wo
