“Well, well, well. Look who decided to leave her room after who knows how long,” Kydan said in a sing-song voice.
He was sporting a pair of shorts, a vest some sneakers and a towel draped around his neck. He was sweating too much which kind of disturbed me.
“You should wash off that sweat before you go in there,” I nodded my head in the direction of the cafeteria where he was following me. “No one wants to eat around a sweaty guy.”
Kydan rolled his eyes and used his towel to wipe away some of the sweat. “But I want to join you for lunch,” he said with a pout. “Besides, I’m sure the ladies would love to have a sweaty guy glistering with pure manly sweat.”
I arched my eyes trying my hardest not to laugh. “Yeah, of course the ladies just love their guys all sweaty and sticky and disgustin
