I immediately jumped up from his lap and adjusted my clothes. God! This was so humiliating but I was thankful it was just Lucy and not my dad instead.
"Oh my God! Riley Adams, you have a lot of explanation to do." She yelled, still in shock, trying to process the whole thing.
"And you, Tristan Harris?" she pointed her finger at him.
"One moment, ladies." He chuckled and got up from my bed, adjusting his pants before turning around to face us with a proud smirk plastered on his face.
"Don't you know how to knock?" he glared at Lucy, collecting his books from my study table, and kept walking towards the door.
Aww! Was he leaving?
"Well, you are one to talk." I scoffed in response and he turned around to look at me with raised eyebrows.
"I don't see you complaining now, Adams." He wink
