"I-isn't it obvious? I'm leaving. Besides, we're done f*****g, right?" Trying to be brave, i slowly faced him.
His expression made me want to gulp all over again. Looking at him right now and closely, it's like he had his half-bath. Hair noticeably damp and some droplets of water trickling down his uhm... bare upper body. Because yeah, he's topless in front of me and a mere towel is the only thing covering his down part. The confidence, huh. Well... given that figure, of course it's so right to show it with all the guts.
When he muttered a curse, it took back my attention to the current situation. He ran his fingers through his hair, looking frustrated but why does it look hot in my eyes?
"That wasn't f*****g, making love is the right term." He corrected in a deep bedroom voice. Oh come
