Jake was over at yours, as he had just slept over. It was a good contrast in comparison to the usual noise on the Big Deal street.

Having just finished taking a shower, he didn't take any clothes with him into the bathroom, so he came out with just a towel wrapped around his waist.

His hair was still damp, dripping down a little onto his body and onto your floor as he picked out some clothes that he had left over at yours previously.

He wasn't blind and could almost feel the way your eyes were stuck onto his body. His eyes met yours with a charming smile, bordering on teasing, as he swatted a hand in your direction in a jokingly bashful way.

“Don't look at me like that.„