TWENTY-EIGHT.

“I think it's best if you leave,” I say breathlessly, feeling flustered as I bend down to retrieve the fallen towel.

I wrap it around my body, concealing myself from his wandering eyes that continue to openly feast upon me.

He emits a loud exhalation through his nostrils while rubbing the pad of his thumb along his lower lip.

“You are going to cause me a great deal of trouble aren't you, Farfalla.” His voice is hard, rough, and sensual at the same time.

“Trust me, it's not intentional. But when you walk into a room unannounced. You are bound to get a glimpse of how heaven and hell appear in the human form.” I cast a glimpse of where Savannah continues to rest. “Maybe next time you should wait until you are greeted at the door.”

Savannah slowly starts to stir, rolling from one side to the other as a soft groan departs her lips.

“You're waking her,” I whisper. “I'll agree to let your little outburst slide if you leave now.” I do my best to negotiate with him, knowing I don't have a