Anderson zipped up his trousers and wouldn’t look at my face for a minute. He seemed bothered and angry that I stopped him from his s****l activity, or so I thought.
He was standing and then he sat down on his bed without looking at me, lowering his head with his elbows resting on both knees and his back was slightly facing me.
We were both silent for fifteen minutes before he spoke up.
“You can say whatever you want to say to me. You don’t have to keep staring at me.” He let out, and I amusingly folded my arm across my chest and leaned my left shoulder at the doorway.
“Wow! How charming.” I emphasized with a cackle.
I sensed him biting his lower lip.
“I didn’t know you were into grannies. Considering how handsome you are. That’s quite surprising, Anderson.”
“She’s not a granny.”
