“May I come in?” He said.

“I am not dressed!” I stammered unnecessarily I guess it was the effect Marc had on me even after so many years living apart I was still nervous around him.

“It's okay you look fine,” Marc murmured with raised eyebrows as he looked at me from head to toe. “Do you think you could make me a cup of your excellent tea and then we can talk?"

I shrugged helplessly."I suppose so if you will just wait until I dress.”

“It won't be necessary! You are adequately covered,” he said with a glance at my bathrobe. I could sense a hidden meaning coming out...