Chapter 13. Stolen

Emery’s POV

Wearing a pink summer dress, I went out of the room. Terrence is behind me, combing his hair using his long slender fingers. He’s wearing white shirt and black board shorts. He looked dashing even in simple clothes. His naturally thin lips are so red. His eyes are hooded and sleepy. He even yawned and shook his head as if waking himself up while following me.

I stopped and waited for him. “Did you lock the door?”

He paused and looked at me before he took a step backwards and checked the door.

He caught up to me and walked with me side by side.

“Ah! I’m still sleepy.”

My forehead creased as I glanced at him. “You’re still sleepy knowing you had a good sleep doing perverted things.”

He looked at me and chuckled. “Come on! I was asleep. I didn’t know I was squeezing those.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “A more convincing reason please?”

He smirked. “Do you want me to say that I’m fantasizing you in my sleep then?”