"So you do remember me?" the intruder asked.
I had no idea...
"Nope. I don't know who you are. How did you get inside the house?" I demanded to know.
"Wait, you really don't remember me?" the stranger asked again.
"No," I said.
He looked at me with shock as if he was a celebrity, and my lack of knowledge of his existence was offensive to him.
"Then why did you gasp?" he asked.
"Because there's a strange man entered my bedroom while I'm standing here wearing nothing but a towel. Now, care to tell me what the f**k do you want?" I glared at him.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at me like this was the first time he noticed me in a towel.
I shivered as I felt exposed and subconsciously gripped my towels tightly.
"Anya. I came to see you because I wanted to tell you how I feel about yo
