7:04am
Kevin's apartment
Justin's room
Stretching her hands in the air, Bianca let out a wide soundly yawn. Wiping her eyes with the back of her hands, she sat up properly on the bed and slowly parted her eyelids, only for her to find Justin busy staring at her from a distance.
There was a white towel tied round his waist, his upper body was exposed and covered in waters. While he was busy wiping his dark wet hairs with another white towel. It looks like he just had his bath.
Her eyes flicked on the decorations of the room. It was familiar with the same painting pictures, art works, drawings and even the duvet covers were also the same as the room which he locked her in the other day.
"You're awake, how was your night?" Justin inquired with a smiling face.
"Ahhhh" Bianca screamed with her eyes closed, when she sighted his wet upper body.
Dashing towards the bed, "are you hurt?" Without waiting for her reply, he added, "were are you hurt? Tell me." When she did not answer, he slowly removed her little hands off her face. Gazing into her brown eyes, "are you alright?"
Slowly nodding her head, "yes"
"Then why did you scream?"
Pointing at his wet upper exposed body, "you–you're not on t-shirt."
Looking at himself, he chuckled. "You've never seen a man with no t-shirt?"
Lowering her head, Bianca helplessly shook her head.
Placing his hand on her chin, he lifts her face up. "Look at me, look at me, open your eyes. Am not a bad guy, okay? And wearing no t-shirt is one of my habit sometimes."
Widening her eyes, she stared at his facial features and biceps. Damn this was the exact facial features and biceps that knight guy was having in the photograph.
Following her gaze, Justin noticed she was busy staring at his upper body. He chuckled, "you wanna touch it?" Without waiting for her reply, he added, "you can touch it, I won't mind."
Vigorously nodding her head with a weak smile. "No, I don't want to. I was just admiring it, that's all."
Rolling his eyes, he took her hand and placed it on his torso. "See, there's nothing wrong in touching it."
Widening her eyes, his upper body was hard but yet still cool. As for Justin, her hand on his body was like a little feather. So soft and tender, he wished, she could touch him this same way everyday.
Retrieving her hands back, "am sorry, but I gat to go to work."
Scrunching his brows, "work? What about the trip?"
"Trip? What trip?"
"The trip to Hawaii of course." Justin scowled.
Scrunching her brows, "am sorry but I don't know what you're talking about."
"What the fuck, did she not–Nelly, Nelly get your ass here right now!" Justin yelled.