I just stare blankly at his back while eating my breakfast, if an apple is even called a breakfast.
I know that it's rude af, but I can't help it. He just gives me these weird vibes they're not necessarily bad but they're not good either.
I mean come on why would such a hot man do as a cruel job as of taking care of the twins, they're not bad kids just they can well...be kids.
I know dad said that he's doing this just for a distraction because his fiancé left him, but why doesn't he handle it like every other guy; getting his ass drunk and having night stands? Or like drawing mustaches in her photos or writing all over her photos mean words? I bite a laugh at that thought.
''Don't you know that staring is rude?" his voice makes me jump a little pulling me out of my daydreams.
'Of course I know. But I can't really ignore that pretty arse of yours or those biceps, or the way those skinny jeans hug your legs perfectly.' I wanted to say but instead I just rolled my eyes and co...