Love the Second Time Around Novel

Chapter 117 Bunking With The Big Bad Wolf

I was slack-jawed at his implied request to stay, and it took me a good while to regain my composure.

Once I did, though, I shoved the face towel at him and eked out, “I can’t host two people here. Dry yourself off; I’m going to make some ginger tea.”

Once I reached the haven known as my kitchen, I went through the motions of making ginger tea like a robot, chopping the ginger stiffly.

When Dominic called out to me about his intention to shower, I lost my attention for a split second and cut myself. The pain was enough to jolt me out of my trance.

The water began running in the bathroom, and I stared out the window and sighed.

I guess he can continue couch-surfing in my place for one more night.

After I plastered the cut, I dug through my pantry for a fresh piece of ginger and got back to work.

Dominic was still in the shower when I had finished brewing the ginger tea. Just then, a thought struck my mind. He got caught in the rain, as well as all the new clothes he bought. What’s he going to wear, then? I don’t want him parading around naked in my house.

I ran back to the bedroom in search of the clothes he was wearing earlier. It turned out he had thrown the entire set into the dust bin.

Ah, it must be nice to be rich; his clothes aren’t that cheap.

Frowning, I pondered what to do next. What on earth can he wear? My clothes?

Flinging my wardrobe open, I turned its contents upside down in search of suitably large clothing for him to wear. Alas, my efforts were futile.

Just as I was knee-deep in concern, I suddenly remembered a parcel Calvin had dropped off earlier. Didn’t he say that there were Dominic’s clothes in it? Yes, yes, I think he did. Now, where did I place that parcel?

I searched high and low before locating the parcel on the balcony. A thin layer of dust had settled on it.

the parcel down, I opened it and began digging through the items. I pulled out a long-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants triumphantly. Oh right, his underwear

walked back to the bathroom and placed his clothes on a rack outside before shouting through the door. “Dominic, I put your clothes outside. You can wear them after your shower. Don’t take

my sentence, I scuttled out immediately. The morning’s events remained fresh in my mind, and I

body’s pretty hot, but I might have to wash my eyes if I

pull out my phone to text my mom. Initially, I had planned to call her, but I thought my

anyway; I just wanted to tell them that we had arrived

moment later, Dominic

the kitchen and got a glass of ginger tea for

you have

clothes to be sent here in the

and said, “You can bunk here for one more night on the couch.

him in response. I blocked him and said hastily, “Hey, we agreed on

can’t be touchy in front of Mom and Dad. We’re

around calling them your parents; others will get the

contemplative as he asked,

immediately to

sneer appeared unexpectedly on his face. “So what? You

struck by an epiphany. I’ve invited the

begun roaming across my body. Panicking, I yelled, “Stop! Y-you, can’t you wait for me

A lazy smile stretched across his face. “Go on, then. Give

A moment later, I sprinted into the bathroom and locked the

took a couple of

mention a shower of all things? I sound like I’m trying to clean myself for him to feast on! How could I be so

realized after I showered that I had not brought any

the morning. What am I supposed to do now?