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"Sandro is on his way here. He will send you home." Nabrel's voice was serious, not looking at me. His eyes were focused on his plate as we had our breakfast.

I pouted, nodding my head slightly. I was wearing my red sweaters which Minda had washed already. If I was insane, I would probably steal all his clothes and bring them home. There is something comforting about being able to get a whiff of his clothes. It's calming... comforting...

And aside from that, I rock his clothes more than I probably should.

Thank God the rain has stopped and the sun has already come out. The warm and vibrant light of the sun made its way inside the room through floor-to-ceiling windows.

He brought foods in his room and we ate together. We were both silent. I was glancing at him as I sipped on my coffee.

He was wearing a dark blue sleeveless shirt and white shorts. Muscles rippled under his shirt. My gaze dropped to his powerful chest. As much as I did not want to, my eyes stared at it longer than I