If it were another day and I wasn't just wrapped up with a towel barely reaching mid thighs, I would have spoke up and greeted him already. But no, that would be awkward seeing the situation right now. I debated whether I should run back inside the bathroom, or run for my closet. Yep completely discrete Victoria, smooth. But before I could think of another way to escape the forecoming awkward situation, he looked up. His Hazel Eyes that remind me of chocolates staring back at my blue ones with great intensity and shock evident on his features. His golden locks was held disheveled to achieve that 'just-got-out-of-bed-look', his eyes wild, and his hands stops scanning the pages of the magazines midway. Damn, I feel like a deer caught in the headlight.
"Uh, I--" I trailed of, not really sure what I was about to say to him. I wanted to slap my forehead with my own hand. He cleared his throat.
"I'll ah, wait for you in the kitchen?" He filled out for me, not meeting my eyes as he scrambled through his feet and bolted out of my bedroom doors.
Well, that was awkward.
THE BOOK IS UNDERGOING A HUGE PROCESS OF EDITING. CHAPTERS HAS BEEN TAKEN DOWN. AND UNDERGOING A HUGE MAKEOVER PROCESS.