TRINITY

"You didn't answer me, Bash," I emphasize his name by rephrasing. I pout and follow him to his copper-colored wall kitchen. 

"Why didn't you go to work?" I ask while he's busy filling up the coffee machine, but he keeps ignoring me.

He has a perfect and muscular athletic body. He was physically fit before he left, but now he looks more mature, muscle-ripped, and hotter that every woman daydreams of taking him into their beds.

Shitty brain. I shake it ...