I slipped my shirt on as quickly as possible and yawned. My arms were stretched out. My hair was a mess. I looked perfect. I looked as if I had just woken up. Anyone would believe it.
"Yes, really." Laiden smiled at me. He was proud of his triumph. Svenja looked annoyed.
"Tell me what you were really doing," She faced Laiden with her arms crossed.
"That is none of your business," Laiden leaned against the door frame. "And what are you doing storming in my villa demanding answers?" He asked.
"Whatever. I am not doing this." Svenja rolled her eyes and stormed off. I feel like a fight was about to start.
"Doing what?" Laiden followed her. "I just asked you a question." He said.
"I don't want to get into it, because it's just going to lead to a huge argument," Svenja justified. It's t
