Mysterious 14: One Night Stand

Aris Sandoval’s P.O.V.

That was when I opened my eyes and was surprised with what I saw—Drey was now in front of me while drying her long hair with a clean cloth. A quizzical expression was evident on her entire attractive face as the two of us were almost an inch apart.

“Fuck!” I groaned all of a sudden, automatically pulling my body away from her. I must admit that I wasn’t able to control my sudden outburst as if I saw a ghost.

How could I be so numb without even realizing that she already went out of the bathroom?

“Hey, do you really have to curse? But what’s happening to you? You’re sweating, Aris. Oh my God, are you sick?” She asked as she even went closer to me. Drey, placing her palm on my neck and forehead, only added to the strange sensation that I was feeling at the moment.

I swallowed real hard trying to remove the lump on my throat. She was wearing her clothes but still, she was in her drizzly look. I didn’t understand myself anymore, that I harshly shoved her hand away fo