Chapter 42

“What are you doing?" I set the paper back on the glass as if it burned me and turned back to him. “Oh nothing, just admiring your nice apartment,” I said smiling at him and he narrowed his eyes. Walking over he grabbed the paper and closed it into the book and moved that and the laptop onto the kitchen counter. My eyes set onto his chest that was still not covered. He was only wearing a pair of black basketball shorts. Does this man believe in color? "Here's your charger.” He handed...