To say I was speechless was an understatement. Collins carried me inside the room.
"You need to change, you are f*****g wet Ivory! What were you thinking?" He scolded
I glanced at his face, I began from his black curly hair down to his pointed nose and his strawberry-colored lips. If Collins wasn't my rival, I would be speculated crushing on him at this moment.
"Change into this, I'll be back in a few minutes ' he said, handing over a shirt to me and a new pair of pants. No one needs to tell me those wears belong to him
"Okay" I muttered and he left to where God knows.
I struggled to change into that shirt and pants. and as assumed, it was an oversize shirt but was filled with Collins's scent. I think I like the scent. Gosh!
Why is Collins behaving like this? He is trying to show c
