Chapter 13

He came back five minutes later, with a towel hanging low on his waist. His hair was almost brown and he looked…nice with his hair down like that, if you didn’t count all the tattoos that covered his chest and arms. Luckily his neck was tattoo free.

"I’m going to change, but you’re free to look." he said cheekily and I covered my eyes with my hands.

I heard him drop the towel to the floor and shuffling clothes, before he assured me that it was okay to look. I removed my hands from my face and looked up to see him stand in front of the mirror, putting on his lip and eyebrow piercing.

He was dressed with a white V-neck, jeans and Supras. He put a snapback over his hair and a red vest-hoodie.

He finally turned around as I stood up. His eyes went over my choice of clothing.

"Is that what you’re wearing?" he asked.

I immediately got self-conscious. I knew he wouldn’t like it. I would dress…sluttier next time…IF there was going to be a next time.