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.
