BAILEY
I did not fall asleep this time because I knew he would be gone by the time I woke up. I watched him while he got out of bed, and looked around for his clothes. I followed his eyes as they landed on his torn shirt a few feet from the bed.
He turned to give me a hard glare, “You had to rip my shirt? How did you even do that?” He queried, his voice held a hint of disbelief.
My cheeks coloured as I bit my lips, “Well, you tore my dress. Um…I guess I was excited.” I murmured. He scoffed, “No kidding…Good thing, I have my coat here then.”
He reached for his coat and put it on and buttoned it up. He had already put on his pants and he stood staring at me. His eyes on me seemed to be burning with something and I looked down and realized I was still naked.
I hurriedly got up and foun
