Unexplanable sadness

"Eat," Pierre said in a firm voice as he put a plate of steak with a boiled potato on the side. I couldn't meet his eyes after the incident a while back.

My head was still in great shock after I saw his naked butt. My scream just made it worse because it alerted him. He had a very excellent reflex. The man ran towards me in full speed, exposing his naked glory from head to toe and in between. I wish I had just swallowed my shrill voice so that it never happened.

But it had happened already.

And right now this man couldn't stop smirking and be proud of himself. He is absolutely teasing me!

Pierre sat across my chair and the small coffee table is not enough distance to save myself from his meaningful stare.

I focused myself on the food infront of me but the steak which was equally cut into pices was not a pleasant view. It worsened my already scattered thoughts. "I couldn't stand the sight of blood,"I whispered. "And this stinks."

I heard him muffled a chuckle.