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I looked down at what I earing Bloody hell, he was right I was only wearingmy mortification, I carried on as if this was a norh it was as far froet

“Do you alake people up by banging on their door and yelling at theover and need coh the day?”

He smirked, so I smacked hi sure to give hiured I may as ith the situation at hand even if it wasn’t what I would have chosen The noise he h to make up for my embarrassment

When I reached the end of the hall, I pointed left towards the kitchen “You go in there and I’ll be with you in a ht, I hurried to my bedroo, I felt queasy, and I was still annoyed at the way he spoke tothrough me that Scott was in my house

A couple of minutes later, dressed more appropriately in shorts, a t-shirt and a bra, I found hie He heardat ot any cold water in here?”

I shook my head “No, I don’t drink cold water”

“Juice?”

“No”

He shut the fridge, grabbed a glass out of the dish rack, filled it ater froht it to me Then he walked back to the kitchen bench where he’d put his keys I sat at the table, wondering what he was doing, but astoup his keys, he said, “I’ll be back with juice”

I guzzled soood Without really raising lass, I nodded and said, “Thanks, that’d be good” I was struggling, and for hard; our conversation was going to be limited today but so far he didn’t seem to care

While he was gone, I conte tomyself into the bathroom and brush my hair and teeth However, that was the extent ofbetter

Ten roceries and a determined look on his face

“I thought you were just getting juice”

“Babe, you need more than juice,” he stated as he handed ot some Gatorade for you to drink”

“I don’t think I could stomach a banana, Scott”