He was obviously still drowsy and resisting the impulse to sleep at any moment. When he stared at me, his eyelids were drooping.
Still, I couldn't give a damn about it. His inappropriate actions irritated me.
Out of irritation, I questioned him, "What are you doing in my room?!"
I almost gnashed my teeth in fury as I struggled to restrain myself.
His gorgeous look distracted me, but I didn't want him to know how it affected me. That would be so humiliating.
When I was engrossed in thinking, I heard him say again.
"Didn't I warn you? That I'll be available on weekends. I knocked on your door numerous times when I arrived but received no answer. I nearly assumed you had already fled."
"I requested the front desk employees for the keys, which allowed me to access your r
