Khloe
"It's so gross." I hugged my knees and watched the waves. If I would keep looking at him, I was afraid I would drool right in front of him. He was too sexy and delicious to look at.
Pervert.
Just stating a fact.
"Oh, really?" I assumed he had an eyebrow raised at me right now. I refused to look at him.
"Yup. Totally gross." I tucked some tresses of my hair behind my ear. Somehow, my eyes were still trained on the soft waves of the sea.
There were a few moments of comfortable silence before I opened my mouth again. "What are you doing here?" I couldn't help, but finally asked. I was so curious. We both came from the same country. I was just wondering why he was here.
Is he following me?
You're so assuming. Why would he follow you?
Yeah. Why would he even follow me here in Bal
