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JORDAN PRESENT I came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist and the other over my head. It was the first time I was in that house and that room. Of all that happened, this was the only thing I liked. My grandfather and I had the same taste. I guess that was why the house suited me. “Don’t you look cozy?” a familiar voice came from the bedroom door and I turned in the direction it came from. Samantha stood there, with her shoulder relaxed against the side of the door. “Why are you standing there?” I tilted my head to the side. “You know, I wish that you beg this often.” She smiled, and I chuckled. “You talk more when you beg, smile more and act more relaxed. In a few days, you will barely speak to me till you do something wrong again.” “Sam….” I went closer to her.