Didn’t I lock the door?
“Sorry, Zeta! I forgot my thing!” she gushed with embarrassment but grinned, quickly picking up her undergarment that I didn’t even notice.
Lucky enough I was facing my back to the door, so she hadn’t seen my magically tattooed chest. When I didn’t hear the door close, I looked over my shoulder. “What? I need some privacy and lock the door please?” I expressed, brows knitted.
“I like your build, Zeta,” she said, winking.
I blew my face. But I already felt myself reddening. At this moment, it was clearer than when she saw me that night in the forest while changing my shirt.
She giggled and closed the door but she opened it again to my surprise. “Don’t take too long. We have to eat together, okay?”
I just gave her a death glare, which she didn’t care to notice a
