Alvin noticed Anya staring into the air without focus. He witnessed her disgust morph into determination. The seriousness on her face looked like she was mentally preparing for a huge battle.
Without knowing what was running through her mind, he tilted his head to meet her eyes and flicked his fingers in front of her face to get her out of the thoughts.
Just when Anya thought she could manage, his handsome face came to her view. All her efforts to put on indifference vanished into thin air as the images of Alvin carrying her out of the bathroom played in her head.
He lifted his brows to receive some response and Anya felt her face on flames. "Ahh…" She groaned as she buried herself in the duvet again.
'Don't worry?' If he was a stranger, never going to meet her, then she could have ignored it easily.
