Chapter Eighty: Like Real Friends

Marissa's POV

After that scene I had with Diego in his Aston Martin, I took a shower and had my alone time in my room. I called the caretaker of my grandmother and promised to visit her tomorrow. While I was watching N*****x, my phone rang for a video call. It was Diego.

I immediately straightened up and cleared my throat. I combed my hair with my fingers before answering the call as if I was answering a Zoom meeting because of how formal I was sitting.

"Hey," he greeted me. "What are you doing?"

Diego was already lying on his bed. His body was facing the right side while he was holding his phone in front of his face. He had clear skin, I know that. I never saw him with acne or any whiteheads. That is what I liked about him. He is hygienic and he always had this man's perfume that I am addicted to. Now, even though we are just facing through our skins, I could still smell him from my apartment. His hair was damp, making me conclude that he had just taken a bath like me a while ago.

"Oh