The Nymphomaniac Nerd
Instead of wearing the clothes, he chose to remain topless.
“You can look now,” he said.
The satisfaction of Fertine’s reaction is priceless for him. Her eyes turned round, cheeks reddened. She stared down at her fingers.
“Why are your eyes always on the ground?”
“Are my eyes so melting that you can’t look at me?” he smirked.
He waited for her reply, but she only gave silence.
“I-I’m leaving… I got your clothes back.”
“How rude of you, Fertine. You didn’t even eat the pasta I cooked.” I tried to tease her, but my voice sounded disappointed.