I steadily walked to the bathroom and she was there bathing her back facing the door but I could hear her sobbing. Why was she crying was? That didn't matter, what mattered was what was she doing here
“what are you doing in here “? I asked, as soon as she heard my voice, she tried to cover up herself but it was pointless cause where the bathrobe was, she could not reach.
“I could ask you the same question” She answered sounding very upset, as she walked to get her robe from the hanger where it was
“This is my room,” I told her
“This is your room? I was just brought here. Had I known I would not have even thought of coming here” she answered while she was tying her robe
I swallowed hard seeing her exposed olive skin tone and brown long hair walking past me in the short cream white r
