"Shouldn't you have locked the door if you were inside?" He asks as he ignores me in my towel and walks inside.
I snap my lips tightly together and show him the finger. His back is to me now, and I gasp when I see him pulling his t-shirt off his body.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I demand. The last time he did something like that, I completely lost my mind. I didn't want to get lost in that scar on his chest for a second time. Something happened to me whenever I saw it. I couldn't risk that, especially not when we were alone, and my mother was supposedly getting married to his father.
"Taking a shower," he tells me as his hands go to unbutton his jeans.
I swallow, and my eyes widen when he doesn't stop, not even when he unzips the damn thing. Did he not respect the wo
