Chapter 28 28I sent him a menacing glare. “You wish, Evans,” I muttered, shoving him aside to hobble up to his level. My ankle was probably sprained and it would be better if I just made it to my bedroom at the earliest.
I looked at him in the eye. He may have been a bit intimidating at the dinner table when I had my first dinner here, but not anymore. He had changed into a black shirt and grey sweatpants and his hair looked wet and disheveled. It was clear he had recently taken a shower. Oh, so maybe he was in the shower when I rudely barged into his room.
“Were you the one who spread shampoo all over my bathroom floor?” I asked calmly, waiting for his reply, which he did with a question of his own.
“Would you believe me if I said no?”
“No,” I said flatly, finally showing him his lock
