Keila Forger's Point of View
Beads of water can still be seen running on his body when I saw him get out of what I supposed to be the bathroom of the room. He has a robe wrapped around his waist instead of a towel.
I can't help but gulp at the intimate sight in front of me but he seems not bothered by my presence at all. He walked past me and took the glass on the table and half filled it with liquor.
"Why are you here?," he asked after sitting down on the couch. "This is my bedroom," he informed me as he sipped from his glass.
I immediately blushed when he mentioned the room. To hide my fluster, I acted angry and looked away at him. I am sure that the back of my ears are already red from embarrassment that I am putting in myself.
"If you have nothing to say, don't waste both of ou
