Angel’s POV
I was back in his living room standing at the door like a wet chick soaking with my damped clothes while I was wrapped with a towel that he gave me. The skies were roaring like an angry monster, the sound of the thunder accompanied by lightning and heavy rain are bringing some creep in the heart.
Suddenly, he came back from upstairs bringing dry clothes for me.
“Sorry, I only have my shirts here and…”
He looked down as if he was shy with what he is about to say.
“And undies.”
I stared at the clothes that he was giving, all I see was a big shirt, a basketball shorts and boxers’ shorts?
“Are you crazy? You’re letting me wear that boxers? You’re gross!” I took the clothes and thrown it back to him and it hit his face.
“Keep calm, these were unused clothes for your informat
