Chapter 83 Table Manners

• ***Gael's POV***
• Oh God, it can't be what I'm thinking. Turstin steadied his gaze, when he saw that Stacey was staring at him. Slowly, I noticed he creased his brow rather lightly and instantly began walking towards us.
• Shit! Why did he put on my shorts? They looked more like tight briefs on him and the waistline, he didn't bother to button up since it was too small for him to do so. And fortunately, he was putting on a brief underneath, else I can't even begin the state of mind I'll be in.