She's such a hypocrite. What she speaks rarely matches what she does. She made him believe that she does not want him as much as he wants her, but her eyes tell a different story; a story that matches his heart.
He liked this side of her. And this side of her invoked another side of him; a side he never knew existed in him.
"Where are you looking?" he asked marching forward toward her.
Viviana was stunned. The towel around his waist loosened as he walked. She knew it would fall down in…One, two…
It fell down.
She didn't know where her rationality ended at. It surely was not working. Her sense of propriety—gone! Having free sight to the part that was never accessible to her, she shamelessly stared.
It looks different from that night. And…flappy. Is it because he's not "excited" today? Whoa! So a lot changes when he gets excited, huh?
"At least pretend to look at my face, Mousy…"
