I looked at Porter in panic because I must have looked like a person who just had been finger-f****d on top of the bathroom counter.
I immediately fixed the strap of my top and looked at myself in the mirror. “s**t…” I uttered as I fixed my hair.
Porter helped me fix myself. He fixed my top and my hair and even my shorts. “I can see your wet spot. Go and change your clothes…” he told me.
I frowned at him and wanted to ask whose fault is it but then he looked at me unapologetically. That’s what he’s concerned now? My f*****g wet spot?
I glared at him before going to my closet and getting a new set of clothes. Damn it. I can’t believe I am going to change without taking a bath! And there I was telling my son why he’s changing his clothes without bathing but now, I am doing the same!
