I followed what Dylan had told me. I took a bath and as I got out of the bathroom, I just saw clothes for me to wear and it was laying down in the bed. Even though I'm starting to hate Dylan, I found the gesture sweet because he made an effort to give me some clothes. It was his old clothes actually. Thus, it doesn't fit him. There was an undergarment and flat shoes for me to wear.
After that, I went downstairs. There was Dylan, waiting for me. I couldn't help but gulp as he was wearing a blue v-neck shirt and khaki pants. And droplets of water from his hair were leaking to his shirt and I couldn't help myself to wet my lips as to how hot Dylan was.
He was like a piece of meat that I'd been wanting to eat for so many years.
Then I stopped walking right in front of him. His cologne and m
