‘Why because I hurt your ego by telling you the truth.’ I retort, he covered the pace between us in few strides, I could feel him breathing down at me, his cologne stronger, he was still dressed in the shirt dress he wore earlier. The sleeves rolled up to his elbow revealing his flex muscles. I stared back at his face, he's already staring down at me. His chest rising and falling heavily.

‘What's going on here.’ a voice snaps us out of our glare battle. It was Marco, he was changed into a fresh pair of joggers and a white shirt, his hair damps from just taking a shower....