I walk up the stairs, trying to walk as far away from him as possible. I don't care if he's looking at my a*s because I'm sure he's doing it.
We get to my apartment, I shuffle around with the keys, and he laughs. It pisses me off, even more, to know that he knows it makes me like this.
I finally open the door and don't even tell him to come in because he's already done that. He stays in the room and I just say:
"I'm going to get the document Matt needs."
He just stands there looking at me and makes me go to my room, taking a deep breath so as not to piss me off even more.
I find the folder and leave my room, he gets up from the couch while I hand it to him wishing he would go away soon.
He takes the folder and stares at me, and he looks down at my shirt one more tim
