Kyle came out of the shower in the master bedroom upstairs. As he dried his hair, his gaze fixed on his reflection in the mirror, his lips suddenly froze.
He raised his hand to touch his mouth, feeling the lingering softness of Orelia's lips.
After a moment, he remembered something and got up. He rummaged through the first aid kit and pulled out a fresh, unopened tube of ointment. After hesitating for a moment, he took the ointment and headed downstairs.
Orelia, meanwhile, was staring at the small balance in her bank account on her phone, utterly dejected.
'Feels like when it rains, it pours...' Orelia muttered irritably, her already messy hair now resembling a wild tangle under her fingers.
"Orelia." Kyle's voice startled her as he stopped in front of her.
Startled, Orelia quickly p
