Thirty Nine

I looked at Zech's message last night and deleted it. I got off the bed and looked at Kyle, who was sound asleep, facing his back at me, and his soft, calm breathing.

I took the paper bag full of what I would wear back to Paris, and I still had to get to the hotel where I would meet the make-up artist.

Consequently, I went into the bathroom and took a shower. I tasted the hot puff of water on my skin, remembering what Kyle had said last night. He promised me, but I doubted his words. However, I wanted to hope for that, but I knew in the end that I would cling to those words of his.

What is the reason why I will meet Mr. Javinas is one thing I don’t know. I still have a lot to do in Paris, yet thinking of Zech’s woman looking at me, he doesn’t want this to be easy, huh! Maybe he wanted to know all my moves.

I just shook and took the shampoo. I'll start digging upon him, and once I got everything, I threw him in his own grave.

I went out of the bathroom after I took a shower, wrapped t