Chapter 21

*** Mark *** 

Mark stood with his door half-opened, staring at Solana who was just a few feet away across from him. Her door was half open like his, she was standing between the jamb and not wearing much. 

A skimpy crop top with obviously no bra beneath and those shorts that didn't reach low enough to cover her thighs couldn't be called sufficient clothing.  

He considered going back into his room and shutting the door. 

But what would she make of that? He already promised himself not to let her see the overpowering effect she had on him. 

"Good morning. I didn't know you live here." It sounded like she was out of breath. 

"I don't. Well, not really... Where are you going? The laundry room?" He hoped he didn't sound out of breath like her, because he felt nervous.  

"Yes. Dirty clothes." She lifted the bag slightly. She was looking at him like she couldn't look away.&nbs