40 — Kiss the hell out of those lips.

S E L E N A

Walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my chest. I had my wet hair wrapped in a towel as I walked towards Pedro’s bed.

“Oh,” a bright smile spread on my face as I saw the shirt and a pant Pedro had laid down on his bed for me. My dresses had been stained with dirt after laying on the dusty bed in my former for what seemed like an hour of our make-out.

The thought of make-out made my smile deepened and I slowly bit down on my bottom lip. Who would have thought I would ever give in to Pedro's charm again?

I cleared my throat to check if Pedro was anywhere near the room and then moved my gaze towards the closed door. After making sure he wasn't there, I let out a satisfactory smile before peeling the towel off my body and tossing it to the floor.

“Silly,” I chuckled. Why would I still be worried about him walking in on me while I was getting dressed when I had displayed everything for him to see with nothing more to hide?

I shook my head and laughed at my foo