Sara felt a surge of unexpected gratitude. Frank, as it turned out, was surprisingly sensitive.
Outside her room, Frank placed the bloodstained blanket into the washing machine before heading back to his own room to change into a set of pajamas.
Standing in front of the mirror, he adjusted the buttons of his shirt but suddenly recalled Sara’s earlier thoughts. After a moment of hesitation, he loosened a few buttons, leaving his shirt slightly open to reveal faint glimpses of his toned muscles.
Satisfied with the effect, Frank smiled faintly and reached for the door, but then he froze.
What was he doing?
Frank had known Sara for barely a day. Why did he care much about her opinion?
Frowning, Frank ran a hand through his hair in frustration. After a long pause, he buttoned his shirt ba
