Clarice
After the incident at the pool, we haven’t said a single word to each other. I walked to the house and dressed up, and then we left for the penthouse. None of us seems to have the words to say. I know there was something there, and he knows it too, the s****l tension. I know if we try to speak about that, things might just get awkward. None of that was meant to happen, and neither did I plan to feel that way when he was close. I knew his eyes were on my body and I’m confident enough in my own skin, so I didn’t shy away from the fact that I was just in a two-piece bikini and he was there staring in attraction.
I knew it was about time I went back to the penthouse, and no one had to convince me into doing that. I have had enough time away from him, and hopefully this time, he won’t
