"What are you doing here?" I demanded, glaring at him. I felt so angry just at the sight of him that my hands itched to tear his guts out. "Who told you that you can come in here? How did you even get in here?"
"This is my room," Leonardo answered, standing up and walking over to me. It was only then that I realized that he was wearing nothing but sweatpants with the band of his boxers peeking sufficiently enough for anyone who was interested in that. His muscles flexed and bunched as he stood in front of me, dark eyes scrutinizing me with a weird look. Like he would love to eat me up. Right here. Right now.
"What?" I scowled at him. "Now this is my room and...you...you are not allowed in here. So get out and next time if you want to come in, knock first," I felt so freaking angry at h
