Zara went out of the bathroom with just Zandro's shirt on, and It was large enough to cover her until mid-thigh. She didn't leave anything from her wet clothes since it was all wet. It might actually take a long time for it to dry, maybe until tomorrow, Zandro didn't have a drying machine, and they simply hung those clothes in the string outside his room on the balcony.
Zandro had already changed. He was already another basketball uniform short with nothing on top, and she even wondered if Zandro did ever have another shirt or just the shirt she was wearing. Why was he not wearing a shirt on this rainy night?
He led her downstairs and put the first aid kit on the center table as he waited for Zara to sit down on the old couch.
Zandro kneeled on the floor, so it would be easy for him to tend on Zara's knee wound first.
Zandro had already changed. He was already wearing a dry shirt paired with another basketball uniform short.
"This is just going to hurt a little," Zandro said as he started to clean the wounds on her arms and knees.
"Thank you," Zara said.
"You're welcome," Zandro replied. "Now, tell me something. Why did you come to my house? You know that you weren't supposed to come here, and you know that I am not a fan of random people coming to my house. You also know that I could have hurt you if you were a stalker or something.
"I am so sorry," Zara said. But I am actually in your fans club. I am in the frontest seat every game.
"Yeah, actually, I kind of noticed you." Zandro's lips twitched. His side look towards Zara was giving Zara some butterflies in her belly. She wasn't expecting Zandro actually to notice her. "You were familiar to me, 'coz if your not, I had already called the authorities by now, and you're supposed to be picked up by the police.
Zara smiled, she had to suppress her euphoria, or it would look weird in front of Zandro.
"Oh, really?" Zara managed to say, but she was still blushing, and her heart was beating really fast.
"Yeah, you look so familiar that I just can't forget you." Zandro's words only made Zara redder in her cheeks.
She was feeling flattered by that, but she still can't believe that Zandro is talking to her.
"I can't believe that I am talking to you," Zara said, "I mean, you are really famous. I am just a fan who watched every game that you and I guess, I did find some ways and it worked. Once again, I'm sorry... and ... Ouch!" Zara, flinched as Zandro pressed the cotton on her knees. She had accidentally raised her knees with it, which made the shirt slide up to her thigh, exposing a little of her femininity.
Zandro was startled by that sight. She wasn't expecting that she wasn't wearing some underwater. His heart started to pump harder as well, and he had to swallow his saliva.
Zara noticed that her red face worsen. However, her heart skipped as her lips twitched. She like how Zadro reacted. She can clearly see his adam's apple moving. He was ignited, she knew.
Zara can't help but touch her neck, she was ignited too, but she didn't want Zandro to see that. She didn't want to tease him unless he already knew her for who she really is. That's her goal by now. Now that she already got Zandro's attention, her next step is to make him fall in love with her.
Zandro looked away and pushed Zara's legs down. He himself didn't like what he was feeling. He was starting to get horny, and it was not his style to take advantage of any girl. He rather pays for a prostitute than to force himself on some innocent girl, who might fall for him and might be expecting so much.
He didn't want to hurt anybody because he didn't want to settle himself yet. He was still waiting for the right one.
"Uhm," Zara felt it, Zandro was trying to ignore the tease and moved away from her. "I'll just continue cleaning my wounds."
"Yeah, you better be." Zandro agreed as he went his way to the kitchen.
Zara followed him with her disappointed gaze, yet she hated herself for feeling that. 'What was I expecting? For him to bang me here? Of course, my Zandro won't just fuck random girls for sure.' Zara considered, making herself believe.
Zandro came back with a beer in his hands and chips on the other.
He stopped midway when he remembered Zara. "Had you, by the way, eat your dinner? Because I'm content with a beer and chips for dinner. Today is my cheat day, so, it's fine for me not to have a portion of healthy food for now. But, if you want dinner, I actually have some canned paella there."
"I can have beer too," Zara said.
But her tummy said another thing when it growled.
Zandro shook his head and he said.
"You are hungry," he put down the beer and pack of chips on the center table and went back to the kitchen to take another beer and the can of paella with a spoon.
He also took a fork and a small bowl.
Zara sighed, but she was actually hungry. She can't help but fall in love with the picture of Zandro walking towards her with a bottle of beer and a can of paella.
She can't help but stare at his abs and how his biceps flexed when he took the spoon and the fork, then put it on the bowl.
Zara could feel her heartbeat inside her throat, and her palms were starting to sweat.
Zara was really hungry, but she was more mesmerized at the sight of Zandro.
Zara snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Zandro call her.
"Miss, Miss? Are you okay?" Her brows were furrowed while he was staring at Zara. There must be something in her reaction that made Zandro feel that.