The rain continued to pour outside. After taking turns using the bathroom, we were finally getting ready to sleep.
I stood in front of the mirror, quietly drying my damp hair with a towel.
The room was so quiet that I could hear the rustling of papers every time Azrael flipped another page.
Curiosity got the better of me.
I peeked outside.
He was sitting comfortably on the edge of the bed, wearing a pair of black lounge pants and a plain white shirt. A stack of documents rested on his lap while his reading glasses sat neatly on the bridge of his nose.
Even when he is just sitting and reading he looks extremely attractive.
I finished drying my hair before carefully opening the bathroom door. The moment I stepped out… He looked up. Our eyes met. His gaze slowly traveled over me.
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