CHAPTER 11

TESSIE'S POV

I woke up late the following morning just as always. The first thought in my head was that I had the house all to myself with the only chores to do being cooking and cleaning after myself. That wasn't too hard because I was used to it anyway. I had made plans to meet Ava and her friends for a casual hangout but I still had some hours to get ready.

It wasn't until I got to my bathroom that it hit me. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I reached for the rack to grab a towel without looking just like I was used to. A strong scent hit me as the cotton ran over my face forcing me to pull back quickly. That wasn't my towel. How could I have forgotten about him? And why the fuck did he spray his towel? I quickly returned it to the rack but before I could pull my hands away, the door flew open. I turned to find him standing there, his shirt half open and in boxers. His short hair was all over his face and he didn't bother clearing it as he stared at me.

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