When I went back to the room I was sharing with Antonio, after getting the shopping bags from the trunk, I didn't meet him in the room anymore. Where had he gone? — I wondered and took a seat on the chair in front of the dressing mirror. Through the mirror, I could see Antonio emerging from the bathroom. He had just a small towel wrapped loosely around his waist. I quickly averted my gaze away and stood up. In order to give him some privacy, I attempted to leave the room, but he was quick to stop me.
"You can stay." He remarked, using another towel to dry up his body.
"No, it's fine." I declined. "I can just come back later."
"Why?" He asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Are you uncomfortable?"
"Why would I be?" I huffed.
"Exactly." He chuckled. "Prove that by staying in
