New job.

Charles left the text on read, tossing his cell phone onto the bed with a sigh before making his way toward the bathroom.

He needed a moment to himself, to clear his mind and shake off the lingering thoughts of Augustine.

Charles took off his singlet and boxer briefs, standing in front of the bathroom mirror.

He stared at his reflection, his brow furrowing in confusion. "What the hell is wrong with Augustine?" he muttered to himself, frustration creeping into his voice.

He turned on the shower, allowing the warm water to cascade down from his head and onto his entire body.

Minutes later, Charles grabbed a pair of white towels which he wrapped around his waist.

Once more, Charles observed his reflection in the bathroom mirror.

His gaze fell to his chest, and in curiosity, he trailed his index finger lightly over his skin.