A day with the Man [ bwwm ] | DISCONTINUED

PART 3 ♦ 1145 ♦

PART 3
♦ 1145 ♦

Xalia and Tory were sitting closer together than before after he had taken his place behind the desk. He was now resting his arms on the table, his head on top of them and Xalia had folded her legs on top of his table. She had been unable to cross her legs with her Louboutins so she had to take them off.

Xalia was trying not to look at him as he hadn't put his shirt back on and he didn't get a towel to wipe the sweat that was running down his chest, and out of the corner of her eyes, she could see it slowly moving down without a path but she couldn't look away. Her words started to drift away as she paid more attention to that line of sweat than his eagerness to know what happened to Primo.

Tory had noticed that she wasn't paying attention to him and when he felt a breeze against his back, he realized that he had taken off his shirt and that's why she was talking awkwardly and avoiding his gaze.

"Sorry, I'll go get a shirt." Tory said, rising out of his chair to walk over to the unnoticed cupboard at the corner of the room. As he walked over there, Tory couldn't help but feel as if she were watching him "from behind" as it were.

Tory grabbed a white tee shirt and took the red towel next to it. White was the only shirt that he liked to wear to work because red was too harsh sometimes. Well, he could wear it now. He dropped the white shirt back into the draw and picked up the one red shirt that was inside.

This red shirt was special. It was the last shirt his mom bought for him before she died. So, instead of wearing the same shirt for nearly 15 years, he decided to buy a new shirt every 3 years. Once on her birthday, once on her death and once on the day she gave it to him. So he had 3 more shirts to last him for those three years.

He must be stuck in his thoughts because he had been holding that red shirt for nearly two minutes now, Xalia thought. She almost didn't notice him finally move because of his back muscles. They are well defined and when she dared look down, she noticed that he had back dimples. Xalia heard a cough and she knew that she was caught again. Talk about awkward...

"So? After your night with Percy?" Tory stated after clearing his throat. He needed to clear the air, and fast. He didn't know why he felt hot all of a sudden. Tory noticed Xalia slightly flinch at the sudden question.

"Don't phrase it like that. It was by accident."

"But you met each other again, for Primo to catch you two."

She noticed his left eyebrow perform a perfect arch and she couldn't help but feel amazed by it. She couldn't even do that! Not without practice!

"It wasn't how you think it is. I was at home and-"