Alex's POV
Slightly tapping my hands on my thigh I tried, I really did try to listen to what Kara's aunt was saying but whichever way I tilt my head or try to focus my eyes on her. My mind was just not paying attention. One way or another it keeps on playing the image of Kara in her pajamas sprawled on the bed.
I have never had the privilege of seeing her like this, in her comfortable clothes. This relaxed. The image of her in that little tight shirt with loose pants and hair slightly disarrayed. I always have praised myself for having the eye to notice a starking beauty. But how is it that she escaped for so long?
