"What?!"
Shocked with what he said, I turned to him with my lips parted. Evan is now holding a shot glass with a liquor in it. He's gazing at me intently. Without even looking away, he finished his drink.
My forehead creased. It's too early and yet he's already drinking. Why?
"Uhm... Who... Who changed my," I cleared my throat. "Who changed my clothes then?"
He grinned boyishly. He put down the shot glass on the desk near him. I swallowed hard when he started walking closer to me.
I was about to step back as I don't like the way he smiles at this very moment but he immediately held my hand and pulled me closer to him.
"I was the one who changed your clothes last night," he said huskily.
My eyes widened in disbelief. He's still gazing at me in a very intense way. Like he's trying to
