13. Fever

Her chin wobbled as she whispered the words out. "I d..didn't kill him..."

She gazed at him with those stunning eyes which held mistrust in them.

"I believe you," He declared. Placing the glass back on the coffee table he walked to the closet, grabbing the first shirt that came in his hand, he wore it because he noticed how uncomfortable she was because of his half nudity.

"W...why? A...All of a sudden?" She asked shakily and he sighed.

At the same time, the doorbell rang. "Stay here," He said curtly. Glancing at her once he walked out of there to receive the package.

As if she could run away in such attire?

She stood there still as her gaze bounced around the place to locate her escape routes. If he tried to touch her like last night she would hit him with a huge vase on her right and then she would run for the door and then lock him in his room.

She didn't trust him at all. What if he was just toying with her?

She was conjuring up the safety precautions when he walked back into th