Sunday evening,
Stella came in barging through the door without even knocking with four dresses in her hands.
"I can not decide which one to wear, you choose." She said pursing her lips. "Why aren't you saying anything?" She asked when she didn't hear a response.
"Will..." The rest of her words got stuck inside her throat, her eyes widening with her mouth agape. She was opening and closing her like a goldfish, but nothing came out, not even a single word. She was flabbergasted by the sight before her.
Adam had just gotten out of shower, his hairs dripping wet, when she barged inside his room as if it was her own, not that he would mind.
He only had a white towel loosely wrapped around his lower half which was hanging low around his waist. Droplets of water could be seen running down his refined muscular chest to his lower abdomen. Stella gulped a mouthful of saliva enjoying the fine piece of man before her. He looked like a model who had just walked out of a magazine.
