35

I listen to the birds singing nearby, I move around in bed very peacefully and raise my head to observe the ninth hour in the morning. I had slept a whole day, a day when no one called me, no one bothered me, and now I was too comfortable between the pillows, the smell of freshly brewed coffee could be smelled from the kitchen. I get up and I doubt whether to change or go out as I was, I was wearing a man's paddle who was from Iskander, he had taken it when he saw that the first night he had not brought any clothes.

I shrug my shoulders. There was no longer any modesty between men in this house. I walk to the kitchen and upon entering I can see a sweaty Iskander wearing only sports shorts.

-Have you been exercising? Has your wound already closed for that? -He asked, concentrating on the fact that he was injured and not on that back that highlighted his muscles..

"The wound is already closed, victory," he tells me, turning around and frowning, "is that my shirt?"

- Yes - I walk in