Essel’s Pov
“I'm hungry.”
"I'm Akila."
"Ha ha," I responded, my tone lacking any trace of amusement. I picked up my phone from the table and started to dial.
Every girl should have four phone numbers committed to memory:
- Your own
- Your mom's
- Your best friend's
- And, of course, the Chinese Takeaway Shop
Once I placed my order for noodles and steamed Dim Sims, I ended the call.
Akila made his way upstairs and came back an hour later, clad only in a white towel wrapped around his waist.
In the back of my mind, I sensed this could be a moment worth capturing.
Click!
What do you see? Akila, looking incredibly attractive, with his wet hair and droplets cascading down his face, neck, and sculpted abs. Yes, those abs.
And me?
Just a girl with damp hair—not the alluring kind—sh
