Kumar’s POV
I slammed the door behind me as I entered the room. I was angry, not at Victor but at the fact that he keeps holding back.
I looked at my wet self in the mirror, and I knew I needed to change my clothes before I caught a cold.
I stood...
Kumar’s POV
I slammed the door behind me as I entered the room. I was angry, not at Victor but at the fact that he keeps holding back.
I looked at my wet self in the mirror, and I knew I needed to change my clothes before I caught a cold.
I stood...