"The f*ck are you doing in my room?" he asks in a tortured voice, unable to stop his gaze from travelling over her towel clad, wet body.
His room? She didn't know it is his room. Oh, this is so embarrassing, and Ruth hopes he won't think she knew it was his room but decided to use it anyway. She is willing to put in some effort to get his love and trust again, but she has no intention of appearing creepy.
"Maybe I wouldn't have made this mistake if you left your scent in your room. How was I to know it's your room when you leave no trace of your scent in it?" She defends herself.
"I don't leave my scent anywhere. It's dangerous for me to do that. Now, get out."
He tears his eyes away from her body with great difficulty. Being alone in his bedroom with her clad in only a towel without p
