#Chapter33

He was sitting in his large soft black chair, his elbows propped on the table, one hand is resting against his cheek. His hair was tousled as if he woke up and didn't mind brushing it, his white shirt was wrinkled and the cuffs around his wrist are rolled up.

Damn, what is he actually trying to do? Making me feel crazy?

"Shamelessly staring at me?" He said, snapping out of my daze.

"I was only figuring out the book behind you, it's fascinating." I lied, looking at his eyes. He hummed in reply, not believing what I said and beckoned for me to sit in front of him....