I froze.
I slowly move my head to face an almost-naked Jared. He does not wear his glasses. Intimidation radiates from his ocean-blue eyes to my skin. He stares at me without any trace of emotion. He wears a black bathrobe. My gaze trails down at his peaking chest. I gulp and immediately look away.
"Dammit," I curse under my breath and regret my decision minutes ago.
"What are you doing here in my room?" my thoughts are interrupted by his cold voice.
I feel the heat creeping up to my face when my gaze lands on him.
Keep your cool, Georgina.
"How about you? What are you doing here?" I say this because I don't have any witty comeback. I lift an eyebrow and cross my arms over my chest.
"I-What?" he frowns. "This is my room, dummy. Isn't it normal for me to take a bath in the bathroom of my room?" he says without looking away.
"Uh," I look at every corner of the room to avoid his gaze. "I actually just want to pay you a visit."
"I am not your babysitter anymore," he says dismissively and enters his walk-in closet. "You're fine now."
"But Aunt Liz is gone in two weeks!"
"I cannot believe you can be very clingy," he replies.
"I'm not being clingy! I'm just thanking you," I say.
"You already did that, multiple times. What now?"
"I have excess pancakes," I reply.
I look around his neat room.
Black and white are the dominant color of his bedroom. His bed is facing the door on the left side of the room. The windows have red curtains. I glance at the window and see my bedroom window. The room has red and gray details. The bathroom and closet are on the right side of the room. My gaze lands on his black office table on the opposite side of the bed.
"Wow, he is really organized," I murmur.
"You painted the walls?" I yell after realizing that it isn't lime green anymore. "Aunt Liz let you do that?"
I have to beg multiple times before I could change the colors of my wall.
"Yes," he replies. The back of my head hit his chest. "I don't like green walls," he says softly, almost in a whisper.
I stiffen as I hear his voice vibrates through his chest.
"I," I bit my lips "...brought you some pancakes. It's do-downstairs," I stutter.
"So, you like red wine?" I ask curiously while staring at his collection of red wine in the kitchen.
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WHO? | The Alpha (Book One)
Paranormal[Complete] [Editing] Georgina, an inquisitive incoming college student, must seek answers to understand why her peaceful life has been turned upside down after meeting the creatures of the night. Book 1 of Who? | Trilogy. _______________ 🥉3rd plac...
