Scorching body

I WENT OUT of the bathroom and found him sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed. I hesitated a few times before I sneezed as he opened his eyes.

“Want some autograph on that?” He began to let out a foreign smile.

“No, thanks,” I said sarcastically.

“It’s up to you,” he said, then shrugged at me before standing up.

“You can sleep in the other room. I’ll just take you home tomorrow.”

“No, I’m going home now. It looks like our followers are gone,” I replied.

He stared into my eyes for a moment before finally smiling.

“Do you think I will do anything bad to you?” His lips curved a bit. He stepped closer to me.

“I’ve never said that,” I said, high on my forehead, but deep inside, my muscles were shaking with nervousness.

“Hmm . . . But that’s not what your eyes say.” He took another step. He’s too close that I could feel his scorching body on mine.