He licked his lower lip as he stared at me with that expression I have no explanation for.
"Replace the bath with cool water." He ordered and stepped out of the bathroom.
"Another water? Why?" I don't think I would still like to continue this bath again.
I did what he asked me to do. I drained the cold water, and filled the tub with hot water. I picked up my towel, tied it around my body to leave the bathroom.
The door creaked open and the man walked in with just a piece of towel around his waist while holding a bottle of whiskey and two glass cups. "And where do you think you are going to?"
Why in the world is he holding alcohol? After what happened last night, I don't think I would like to drink alcohol with him or anyone else ever again.
Definitely not again.
"Alcohol?"
"W
