Chapter 17 Sixteen

• I kept my gaze fixed on the white paint of the door in front of me. Why should I turn? He might still be naked, and I didn't want to take any chances and embarrass myself. Besides, who sleeps naked?
• I took a deep breath. “It would be better if we just talk tomorrow,” I said, holding my head high and pulling the door. But I was stopped when he touched my left arm, causing my heart to beat erratically.
• Zevran turned my body using his hands holding my arm to make me face him. I saw his white shirt, but I could still see some traces of his chest and even his abs. My eyes jumped to his serious face, which was staring attentively at me. My brows furrowed.