The girl of his dreams stood in front of him inside the bathroom, with only a white towel wrapped around her ample bosom and curvy figure, and her dark blue hair tied in a high bun pinned to the back of her hair, her bangs cut evenly across her forehead, below her eyebrows.
Her monotone ocean blue eyes shone with curiosity, not at all startled by the boy's sudden entrance.
Tristan on the other hand, looked as white as a sheet of paper. Beads of sweat coated his forehead, his mouth was slightly agape, and deep shades of red dusted his cheeks.
He didn't know how to respond. Hell, he didn't even know how to think! Rita's fair skin glistened with thin coats of water, indication of the fact that she had just finished from the bath.
His eyes followed the little drops of water tracing down her smooth skin, following that one particular drop that slid further downwards, disappearing between her ample cleavage.
*splurt*
