I patiently wait for him to come back.
"Was that really necessary?" Aida asks.
"Sorry, I didn't do it on purpose. It's not like I can help it that it turns me on." I say.
While I wait for him to come back, I walk through his house.
There is a small kitchen. There are a few cupboards on the wall and a large refrigerator. Like the living room, it looks very neat, almost if he doesn't use it.
I walk back into the living room and open another door. It takes me to the bedroom. I hesitate to go in but do it anyway.
The bed takes up the most space in the room. For someone who is alone, he has a very large bed.
Against the wall is a small wardrobe and on either side of the bed are bedside tables in the same blue color as the bed frame. I must admit, he has good taste.
I carefully si
