"How come it's you?" Amos remarked. He turned his back on her too.
"Why are you pretending you didn't know I was the one at the door when I am sure you must have picked up my scent from afar?" Joanna questioned.
She exhaled deeply to keep her excited heart under control.
"That's…,"
"Or was it your plan all along for me to see your nakedness yet again…,"
"It's not like this is your first time you are seeing it so why are you pretending to be shy huh?" Amos asked shamelessly.
He reached out his hand and carried his black underpants laid on the bed.
"I am sure you must love what you see so why must you pretend to be…,"
"I am not shy… Also, why would I pretend…,"
"Then I dare you to turn around if you are telling the truth," Amos interrupted sharply. He started approaching where she stood with a black short sleeve button shirt in his hand.
