CHERRY'S POV
Do you know what I hate more than being interrupted during a shower? It was having to leave the shower to attend to what had interrupted me in the first place. With a growl that seemed to resonate from deep inside me, I reached for my towel, abandoning my hair washing process.
My body was still covered in soap but at least, I could see. I reached for my phone which was on the cabinet, just outside the shower. Bathing without music was an extreme sport and I wasn't among the few that dared to try such a dangerous activity.
Surprise masked my features as my eyes fell on the screen, noticing the name that was boldly written on it. Samantha had not called me in ages, this was a surprise, even though I wasn't sure if it was pleasant or not.
Wiping my hand again on the towel,
