Mr Greyson

Taking the camera back from my outstretched hand, Viktor hesitated. His mouth opened, then snapped shut. Instead of facing me, he turned and marched towards the door.

"Umm..." I couldn't resist a playful jab, the tension in the room crackling like a live wire. "Didn't you forget something?"

He didn't turn, just stood stiffly with his hand on the doorknob. "What?"

"Clothes?" A snicker escaped my lips, even though I tried to stifle it.

He froze. Then, with a swivel of his entire body, he shot me a look that could curdle milk. Scooping his clothes up from where they lay drying by the fire, he muttered, "I'll get dressed outside." With that, he stormed out, leaving me alone with the echo of his retreating footsteps and a silent giggle.

Well, this was certainly a turn of events. At least there weren't any neighbors to gawk at a naked man using my porch as a dressing room. Another giggle bubbled up. He beat the usual lawn gnome by a long shot.

Shaking off the amusement, I sobered as I walke