[Wait]
Cain Fay's unit was elegant and straightforward, every nook and cranny screamed a man was living there. The colors were all monotone, alternating between black, grey, and white.
Contrary to popular beliefs, the unit was clean and organized. Everything was in there proper places.
I was ogling around when he placed his arm around my shoulder and led me towards his bedroom.
I panicked.
Sensing my state, Cain stifled a laugh. He slid his hand over my arm, locked his finger with mine, and kissed the back of my palm.
"Relax, we won't do anything." He reassured.
Nonetheless, my nervousness was endless. Sensing that I was uncomfortable, Cain put distance between us. He went to his walk-in closet, leaving me shaking behind.
Seconds, he returned with a T-shirt and a bunch of towels.
He held my hand and sighed as he shook his head a little when he felt that I was still shivering.
