She's Kind Of Hot

She came out again fully dressed with a sweater draped over her shoulder. It was cold a bit and the view outside the hotel's floor to ceiling window was spectacular. It showed the side of the bridge towards the eastern part.

Bryan looked at her and smiled lovingly. "Okay, I believe that you love the game. I presume she beat you up badly yesterday?"

"You don't need to say it, I was there." She huffed and sat to put on her shoes. "I'm really pissed off."

"You're leaving now?" he asked her a bit surprised.

"Last I checked you didn't want me in your room." She tied her hair back but Bryan stopped her by grabbing her arm.

"Don't tie it up," he took the hair pin from her, "I like it when it's free, just barely touching your neck."

She pressed a smile and he added, "That was because you always stole my shirts!"