As we walked upstairs to his office, there was a question that bugged me since I saw him half-naked in my bedroom.
-Can I ask you a question?- I finally said.
-Sure. - He looked at me.
-Why do you have the pack's tattoo on you? You are not a soldier and only they can have it, or am I wrong?- I was curious.
He smiled.
-How do you know I have it? -
-Well you took your clothes off at my house, remember?- At that moment I knew he was just messing with me.
-So you were looking?- He smiled more devilish.
-Well you were taking them off right in front of me.- I said it in frustration because this wasn't the point, he just took my question and twisted it - how he liked it.
-You are welcome.-
I just rolled my eyes and said
-Ahhh never mind.- I saw a long hallway with a lot of picture
