Kumar’s POV

I slammed the door behind me as I entered the room. I was angry, not at Victor but at the fact that he keeps holding back.

I looked at my wet self in the mirror, and I knew I needed to change my clothes before I caught a cold.

I stood there for a while lost in thought before I heard a knock on the door that brought me to life.

Before I could say anything, the handle turned and the door creaked open, then Victor came in. He looked confused, and he was still wet, too. This was the first time I saw him look not composed....