After changing her clothes, she turned around to find Ambrose standing in the closet doorway staring. Heat crept up her cheeks, how long has he been standing there?
"You make it a habit to sneak up on girls and watch them dress? What are you a Peeping Tom?" She sarcastically spat out.
He chuckled "Only with you is it becoming a habit." He spoke slow and deliberate, his words smooth, almost like he's said them before.
She scoffed and snapped her head around embarrassed; her poor cheeks, she knows they were as red as her eyes; she hid them as fast as she could. She absolutely did not want him to see how his words affected her.
"You tell that to all the women you sleep with?" She roll her eyes, pretending to be unaffected by his words.
"Never in a million years." He acted wounded by my words "Why, are you jealous?"
She scoffed again, "Yeah not even in your dreams."
He laughed and changed the subject "I brought breakfast for you."
She was shook. "Why would you do that?"
