"Jesus Christ!" Arianna screamed as soon as she stepped out of the bathroom only to see Marcel right awake and waiting on her bed.
"You scared the life out of me," Arianna told him without hiding her annoyance. She was not ready to die yet.
"You are clearly not dead," Marcel retorted, standing up to his full length with his hands in his pocket and Arianna forgot how to breathe because he was shirtless. Holy Micheal…
"A-hem!" She intentionally cleared her throat, while dragging her eyes away from his chest. Whatever attraction that was between the both of them had to die. Her head was back in the game now.
"How was your night?" Marcel asked her.
"It was fine," She lied straight to her teeth. How could she have slept well when the nightmare ruined her morning already.
