Dave finally disappeared into the walk-in closet, and I slumped back onto the bed with a sigh of relief.
A few minutes later, he came back in an actual shirt and a pair of track pants. I thanked the Lord when my eyes again laid on him.
And he still looked unfairly good-looking, but at least now my sanity was not hanging on by a towel thread.
He grabbed his phone again, this time his expression went serious as scrolled while stepping ahead.
As few seconds passed, there was a sudden shift in his demeanor...his calm aura turned into sharp concentration, like some mysterious switch had flipped.
I frowned as I sat up straighter, "What are you doing now?" Trying to peak into his phone but could not.
He did not answer right away.
His brows furrowed as he thumb slided across the screen. Then he let out a low hum, something between satisfaction and intrigue.
"I found something."
That got my attention. "Something? What something?"
