Letters to your heart

Chapter 3: Letter of Request

-VIKTOR-

"Here we are."

Mr. Campbell stepped inside his room. I leisurely followed behind him. As usual, his room is garnished with the whites and blues, similarly painted around the house. His room had this nostalgia touch, childhood photos well maintained, neatly placed on his table. Medals and Trophies stood and hung on his wooden drawer. His bed sheet is properly arranged too. Scanning the area, I noticed that there were several floral designs; curtains, his bed sheet, the table cloth, even his dresser all have a charming floral coating. I guess Mrs. Campbell kept his son's room really neat while he was away and added her favorite floral designs in it too. I smiled to myself

"Viktor"

"Hm...?"

Mr. Campbell stared at me contemplatively. Here we go again, My heart thumping so loudly with just one look from him. I could feel his eyes staring right into my soul. Natalie was right. He had the looks that could kill. But the looks I surprisingly yearn for. I look back at him. Mr. Campbell broke off his gaze and started walking towards a smaller room.

"Give me a moment. I'll take a quick shower. ."

Ah. A shower. He's just going to take a sho--WAIT! A SHOWER?! Why the hell am I panicking?! I must be crazy! I was taken aback. OF COURSE, he's going to take a shower, What's wrong with taking a shower, right? I was internally debating with myself. All of a sudden I heard the sound of a door opening behind my back. I turn around to look.

CLICK.

He left.

Luckily he didn't notice my awkward expression and how panicky I looked. I'm glad. Since, I'm making a fuss over his shower. What should I do to keep it together? Viktor. Stay Calm. I chanted. Just act natural. Inhale... Exhale.... Trying to calm my heart and mind is quite difficult.

Mr Campbell is just like any person. Not that special at all. He just happened to be a bit good looking, and had some charms on his eyes. Victor, that's all he is.

My concentration stopped when I heard Mr. Campbell called out from the bathroom.

"You can borrow my clothes. It's inside the cabinet by the window If you don't have a spare with you"

AH! Another violent thumping in my chest. First, Sleeping in his room and now borrowing his clothes. Give me a break. But I don't have any choice, Do I? I don't have spare clothes with me. I walked up to the cabinet and took out one of his shirts. It's so loose but who am I to complain? I can't sleep with my uniform on. Even his pajamas. What now?

I waited for Mr. Campbell to finish his shower. He's taking so long. I'm beginning to feel really sleepy. Sitting at the corner of the bed, I rest my head by the wall, humming my mother's lullaby. Before I knew it, the dreamland had taken me away and fell asleep.

CLICK.

"I'm done. You can take a shower now If you want, Viktor."

I was awakened from my half slumber by Mr. Campbell's voice. Rubbing my eyes lightly. I turn to him. What happened next made me shot off the bed. My eyes popped out of my sockets. My jaw literally dropped seeing Mr. Campbell after his shower. With only a towel covering his torso. He's standing by the mirror drying his damp hair, the droplet from his hair gliding down that fine sculpted chest, marveled biceps to his toned abs had me gawking. That wet look made his skin glistened and sexy from behind. He's even hotter with his hair down and messy from being soaked. I can't help but stare at him from top to bottom. His bottom. I can see his buttocks forming perfectly at that towel. What a lucky towel--WAIT! WHAT?! I put my hand on my chin, closing my mouth. I have to stop looking. I REALLY DO! Oh god, I have sinned looking at this gorgeous man in front of me.